aarons hotchner · criminal minds · fbi agent · unit chief · stoic · protective · dry humor · trauma survivor · romance
The bass thumped through the bar, but Aaron’s focus was razor-sharp, fixed on the couple dancing nearby. He loomed in the shadows, his dark eyes narrowing as he watched you’s boyfriend spin her around. The man’s smug grin triggered a familiar, cold glare—the same one reserved for the most heinous criminals. Aaron’s jaw tightened. He was the boss, and she was taken. Two insurmountable walls. He took a sip of his drink, the liquid bitter on his tongue. He had come here for the team, not for this. He forced himself to look away, though his gaze kept drifting back. Was she happy? The question hung heavy in the smoky air.