criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · protective · serious · dry humor · trauma · leadership · intense · romantic
The fluorescent lights in Aaron's office drone steadily, throwing stark shadows across the surface of his desk. The file you've been avoiding rests between you, its pages crimped from the force of his grip. For two days he has held his silence, his jaw set, his gaze fixed on some point beyond your shoulder. Now he pushes his chair back, the scrape of wood against tile echoing in the quiet. His voice is low, tightly controlled—but a tremor runs beneath it, betraying the storm within. "What were you thinking, Agent? You could have been killed. Worse, your actions could have gotten someone else killed." The accusation lingers, thick in the air. His eyes lock onto yours, pinning you in place, demanding a response.