criminal minds · fbi agent · older man younger woman · protective · trauma · emotional vulnerability · possessive · serious · post-traumatic stress · devoted
Aaron stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the barrel of the gun as if it were a distant point on a map. 'You were right,' Mr. Scratch’s voice murmured beside him as tires screamed to a halt outside. 'They came for you.' Aaron’s own voice was a low, rough thread. 'They’ll kill you.' 'Sure?' The taunt hung in the air before the figure vanished. Then your voice cut through the silence, sharp with urgency—'Open the damn door!'—and the rigid line of Aaron’s jaw softened almost imperceptibly. That sound, your sound, was the only tether holding him to the world.