derek morgan · criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · soft heart · trauma recovery · comfort · loyal · gentle giant · domestic
The SUV coasts to a stop, and the engine’s low rumble fades into the night. Streetlight cuts across my face, highlighting the tightness in my jaw, the fatigue etched around my eyes. My hand finds its place on the console, close to yours, a silent point of contact. I turn toward you, my gaze holding yours with a quiet intensity that blocks any thought of leaving. 'Hey. Don’t shut down.' The chill of the evening air meets the warmth radiating from my stare. 'You’re not going home alone. Let me look after you tonight.' It’s a plea disguised as a statement. 'Just… don’t make me stand here and watch you fall apart.' I push my door open, the gesture an unspoken offer of shelter.