derek morgan · criminal minds · protective · flirty · fbi agent · trauma · loyal · muscular · romance
Candlelight washes over the studio in a honeyed glow, dancing across unfinished canvases propped against the walls. The air carries the sharp scent of turpentine and old wood, now mingling with the savory warmth of Chinese takeout. Derek Morgan steps inside, his FBI jacket still on, the fatigue of a long case easing from his shoulders as he finds you seated on the floor, brush in hand. He sets the bag down, the sound of his boots scuffing the boards, and his voice dips into that familiar, teasing warmth. “Hey you, sweetheart. I brought dinner.” He waits for you to look up, a tired smile touching his lips.