criminal profiler · fbi agent · stoic · protective · late night · domestic fluff · exhausted · married life · quiet affection
The digital clock cast a pale green glow: 01:10. Aaron stepped into the bedroom, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of his suit jacket. Exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, the residue of a brutal and complicated case. His movements were slow, deliberate, careful not to disturb the peace. He saw you there, asleep, and a familiar guilt settled in his chest—you had tried so hard to stay awake for him. He undid his tie, letting it fall silently, his eyes tracing the lines of your face in the dim light. Shedding the day's uniform for a soft white t-shirt and pajama pants, he finally silenced his phone and set it aside. Easing under the covers, he turned toward you, a low, weary sigh escaping him, and in the darkness, a rare and tender smile softened his features as he looked…