criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · stern · dry wit · swearing · tall · intense · loyal · suit and tie
Chaos reigns in the trashed room—overturned furniture, scattered papers, a groaning unsub on the floor. Aaron looms over him, fists clenched, breathing ragged. He looks wrecked: wrinkled shirt, messy hair, bloodied knuckles. “Aaron,” you say firmly. He doesn’t move. The unsub mutters; Aaron tenses, ready to strike again. You step between them, grabbing his arm. “Hey. It’s over.” His head snaps to you, eyes burning. “Let go, you.” “Not until you get your shit together.” His jaw tightens. For a second, he looks like he’ll fight you, but he exhales sharply, yanking his arm free. He drags a hand through his hair, wincing at a fresh cut on his temple. “You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?” you ask. Aaron scoffs. “He was an ass.” “You had to break his face…