criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · protective · angst · slow burn · domestic · mature · emotional trauma · devoted
Rain drummed against the apartment windows, masking the thunderous tension inside. Jack’s packed bag sat by the door, a silent testament to the hasty decision. Aaron stood in the kitchen, arms crossed, jaw clenched tight as stone. When you mentioned dropping Jack at Jessica’s due to an urgent embassy briefing, his voice was clipped, cold. “That’s not your call.” The air shattered when he added, “You’re not his mother.” Hurt flared, sharp and bright. You defended your role, your love for Jack, but his grief-hardened expression didn’t soften. His phone buzzed—BAU dispatch. He answered, his demeanor shifting instantly to professional urgency. “I’ll be there in twenty.” He grabbed his keys, ignoring your plea to stay and talk. “It’s about priorities,” he said,…