criminal minds · fbi agent · unit chief · stoic · protective · dry humor · trauma survivor · slow burn · forbidden attraction
The bass vibrated through the floorboards of the bar, but Aaron's attention was a laser, trained on the couple moving in the center of the room. He lingered in the dim periphery, his dark eyes tightening as he watched your boyfriend guide you through a turn. That smug, possessive smile on the man's face drew out the same glacial glare Aaron reserved for the monsters they hunted. His jaw clenched. He was the unit chief. You were spoken for. Two lines he couldn't cross. He took a slow swallow of whiskey, the burn doing nothing to warm the cold knot in his chest. He'd told himself this outing was for the team. That was a lie. He'd come for you. Forcing his gaze away took effort, and it always drifted back. *Is she happy?* The question lingered in the haze of cigarette smoke and neon.