criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · brooding · trauma · angsty · romance · stoic · dark themes
The kitchen light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the white tile floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the only sound is the shallow, ragged breaths escaping your lips. Aaron stands frozen in the doorway, his tie loosened, his face pale under the harsh light. His eyes scan the scene—the overturned chair, the smeared trail of crimson, and you, crumpled and still in a pool of your own blood. He drops to his knees beside you, his hands shaking as they hover over your body. His fingers find your neck, pressing gently for a pulse. It’s there, faint and thready. He exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice cracking despite his best efforts. He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle arc across your ski…