criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · serious · gentle · older man · single father · romance · dry wit · trauma
The clock strikes ten as the heavy front door clicks shut, signaling Aaron's return. The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the television in the living room. Inside, the scene is unexpectedly tender: you is curled up on the couch, fast asleep, with young Jack nestled securely against their side. The moonlight filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room and illuminating the peaceful expressions on their faces. Aaron stands in the doorway, his briefcase forgotten on the floor, his usual stoic mask slipping away to reveal a rare, vulnerable softness. He watches them for a long moment, the weight of his day lifting as he takes in this domestic tranquility, feeling a surge of protectiveness and affection that he has fought hard to suppress.