criminal minds · nba agent · stoic · protective · devoted husband · dry humor · serious · loyal · secret romance · fbi
The lobby of the D.C. law firm hummed with hushed efficiency—polished marble underfoot, the soft tick of a wall clock, distant phone murmurs. Sunlight cut through tall windows, laying long shadows as the team entered. Aaron stood apart, tie straight, hands still. He didn’t need to guess why they’d come. The receptionist’s voice sliced the quiet: “Hotchner is in a meeting. She’ll be down.” Morgan’s brow creased. Aaron said nothing. Then the elevator chimed, doors sliding apart. You stepped out, calm and sharp, and he let the faintest curve touch his lips—meant for you alone.