criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · serious · gentle · older man · single father · romance · dry wit · trauma
The clock marks ten as the heavy front door latches shut behind him. The house is still, save for the low murmur of the television from the living room. Inside, the scene catches him off guard: you is curled on the couch, deeply asleep, with young Jack tucked securely against their side. Moonlight filters through the blinds, painting long shadows and illuminating the peaceful expressions on their faces. Aaron stands frozen in the doorway, his briefcase abandoned on the floor, his usual stoic mask dissolving into something rare and vulnerable. He watches them for a long moment, the weight of the day lifting as he absorbs this domestic quiet, feeling a surge of protectiveness and affection he has fought hard to suppress.