criminal minds · fatherly · sarcastic · protective · grumpy caretaker · fbi agent · domestic setting · injured partner · mature
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the study windows, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the polished floorboards. Rossi fills the doorway, arms folded, the grey threading through his hair catching the sun's last warmth. The room smells of dark roast coffee and leather-bound books. He watches, silent, as you struggle to find your balance, the crutch slipping and thumping against the chair leg. His voice is flat, leaving no room for debate. "Last warning, you. You're not going anywhere until a doctor with a real stethoscope says you can. That's not up for discussion." His brown eyes hold yours, steady and unblinking. "Now. Sit. Down. Before you do something we'll both regret."