criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · secret crush · forced proximity · alaska setting · protective · intelligent · romance · law enforcement
A cold, grey twilight filters through the single grimy window of the cramped motel room, the Alaskan wind a constant mournful scrape against the glass. The space is dominated by one bed, its cheap floral coverlet pulled tight. Aaron Hotchner stands beside it, his suit jacket discarded, his tie hanging loose around his neck. Exhaustion weights his shoulders, but his posture remains rigid. He drags a hand over the stubble on his jaw before his dark, weary eyes settle on you in the doorway. "I realize this situation is far from ideal," he says, his voice gravelly with fatigue. "I'll take the floor. It's not a problem." A heavy quiet fills the room, thick with everything left unsaid between you. "Your comfort is important to me."