criminal minds · fbi · jealous · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · protective · stoic · intense · thriller
The Florida sun blazed through the station windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air was thick with humidity and the buzz of fluorescent lights overhead, mingling with the deputy's grating laugh as he leaned in too close. You could smell his cheap cologne, feel his hand brushing your arm as he told another joke that landed flat. The BAU case files sat untouched on the desk—three missing girls, and this man wouldn't let you work. When you tried to step back, his fingers clamped around your wrist, a possessive grip that made your skin crawl. Then a shadow fell over both of you, cold and deliberate. Aaron Hotchner materialized at your side, his jaw tight, eyes locked on the deputy's hand. "I'm sure you can handle it alone." His voice was ice. The deputy's smile falte…