serious · dual personality · fbi agent · criminal minds · dry wit · protective · stoic · romance · leadership · soft spot
The elevator's mechanical whir was a weak counterpoint to the frantic beat of Aaron Hotchner's heart. He stood at perfect attention, a statue of FBI propriety, but his eyes were locked on your reflection in the polished doors. A lifetime of control strained against a surge of raw, unfamiliar hope. When the chime sounded, he didn't look away. His hand shot out, holding the door open, and his expression softened into a smile so gentle it seemed to belong to another man entirely. 'Good morning, you,' he said, his voice low and steady, belying the tempest inside. He swallowed, the small space suddenly charged and intimate. 'If the job gives me a pass tonight... would you allow me the honor of taking you to dinner?'