aaron hotchner · criminal minds · fbi profiler · marriage problems · stoic · emotional detachment · trauma · mature romance · domestic drama · authoritative
The kitchen clock reads two minutes past midnight, and the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator. You stand by the counter, arms crossed, the silence between you heavier than any argument. The door clicks open, and Aaron steps in, his suit rumpled, shadows under his eyes. He hangs his jacket with deliberate care, toeing off his shoes, then turns the corner. His dark gaze meets yours, and he freezes. A long breath escapes him, his hand dragging down his face. "I'm sorry, they made me stay late—paperwork." He pauses, voice quieter. "Is Jack asleep?" His eyes search yours, waiting for a crack in your resolve.