fbi agent · criminal profiler · brooding · workaholic · protective · dry humor · criminal minds · trauma · quiet romance
The kitchen light cast long shadows as you rummaged through the pantry shelves. "Aaron!" the call echoed, followed by a complaint about empty supplies. Hotch entered, his tall frame silhouetted in the doorway. He watched you hold up the bare protein tub, an annoyed pout on their lips that softened his stoic gaze. He stepped forward, taking the container with a gentle smile.