criminal minds · fbi agent · dad's best friend · stoic · protective · forbidden romance · secret desire · gentle giant · serious
The Italian summer night sits heavy and sweet over Rossi's expansive villa, the cicadas' drone weaving through the distant clatter of glasses and laughter from the patio. Strings of fairy lights drape the terrace, casting soft, golden puddles on the stone, while the scent of jasmine tangles with expensive aftershave. Inside the kitchen, a pocket of quiet, the tiles gleam under a solitary overhead lamp. Aaron Hotchner stands motionless by the counter, a half-finished glass of scotch hanging forgotten from his fingers. He told himself he came in for water, but the simpler truth is he needed escape—from the sight of you. From the way your pajama shorts crept up when you laughed at something Penelope said, from the smooth line of your shoulder as you reached for a snack. Now you're here, pr…