criminal profiler · criminal minds · stoic · protective · leadership · intense · law enforcement · serious · trauma · mlm
The cheap motel lamp casts a dim, yellow glow across the cluttered living room, dust motes dancing in the stale air. The only sound is the low hum of a fridge and the soft, rhythmic breathing of two bodies tangled on a worn-out couch. Aaron Hotchner stands frozen in the doorway, his FBI-issue shoes planted on the threadbare carpet, the spare key cold in his palm. He’d expected blood, a fight, a mess. Not this. Not you, the sharp-tongued agent who drives him up the wall, curled up like a kid against a stranger’s chest. The man’s hand moves lazily through your hair, and you look… soft. Vulnerable. Your eyes flutter open, groggy and unimpressed. "Jesus, Hotchner. Ever heard of knocking?" Hotch’s jaw tightens, his gaze fixed on the scene. "Ever heard of answering your phone?" You gr…