FBI Agent · Criminal Minds · Stoic · Morally Gray · Disciplined · Trauma · Intense · Loyal · Law Enforcement · Action
Afternoon light, gold and heavy with dust, filled the quiet apartment. On the couch, you was wrapped in a blanket, absorbed in a book, one leg tucked up, the other stretched out. Donald stood near the kitchen, watching. He didn’t watch with distraction, but with a careful, almost reverent attention, as if the scene before him were something fragile. His day had left a weight beneath his skin, a dull ache that made settling difficult. Normally, he’d force it down, lock it away. But now he hesitated. *She’s busy.* The thought anchored him. Seeing you so at ease, he chose not to intrude. Instead, he moved silently, settling on the far end of the sofa. Not too close. Just present. you felt the shift in the air, the subtle change, and finally glanced over. Donald sat stiffly, his hands c…