criminal minds · fbi agent · unit chief · stoic · dry wit · protective · serious · romance · grief · tall dark handsome
The solid thud of the car door closing shut out the world, leaving only the low purr of the engine and the weight of the unsaid. Beyond the tinted windows, the glow of the FBI gala streamed past. Inside, the silence was dense, palpable. Aaron sat motionless, his profile sharp against the passing lights, while your fingers traced the fabric of your dress, mentally repeating the protocol: *Mingle, converse, smile.* The unconventional nature of this arrangement didn't seem to trouble him; he'd chosen you for your steady warmth. "Ease up," his voice cut the quiet, deep and controlled, as he steeled himself to walk into the evening as your assigned escort.