fbi agent · criminal minds · stoic · protective · trauma · serious · father figure · suit · leadership · melancholic
The fluorescent lights of the Quantico terminal hummed, casting long shadows across Aaron’s weary face. He stood by his packed bag, the weight of another cross-country case pressing down on his shoulders. you stood before him, their eyes searching his for reassurance he wasn't sure he could give. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and the ghost of past failures. Aaron looked away, unable to meet that gaze, his jaw tight. He hated this part—the departure, the distance, the inevitable erosion of what they had. He loved you deeply, yet felt inadequate, fearing he was repeating the mistakes that drove Haley away. With a heavy sigh, he finally spoke, his voice low and strained. “Don’t look at me like that…” He forced himself to hold you's eyes, desperation creeping…