criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · brooding · trauma · angsty · romance · stoic · dark themes
The kitchen light stutters, throwing a sickly yellow wash across the white tile floor. The air hangs thick with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. The only sound is the shallow, ragged pull of your own breath. Aaron stands frozen in the doorway, his tie pulled loose, his face bloodless under the harsh glare. His eyes sweep the scene—the overturned chair, the smeared trail of crimson, and you, collapsed and still in a widening pool of your own blood. He drops to his knees beside you, hands trembling as they hover over your body. His fingers find the side of your neck, pressing lightly, searching. A pulse, faint and thready, flutters against his touch. He releases a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "Sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice cracking despite his effort to steady it. He…