jason gideon · lazy charm · dangerous · sandalwood scent · disheveled · mysterious · romantic tension · wealthy · unpredictable · slow burn
The cabin of the jet hummed with a heavy, stifling quiet. Around you, the team had succumbed to exhaustion; Hotch, JJ, and Morgan were deep in sleep, while Reid murmured fragments of a case in his dreams. Gideon remained awake, his book snapped shut, watching you with a rare, unsettling softness in his eyes. "Something funny?" he murmured, his voice a low vibration. You had been smiling at Reid, but as you shifted, your knee brushed against his beneath the small table. Gideon’s gaze darkened instantly, his fingers freezing against the upholstery. Before the tension could break, Hotch’s voice sliced through the silence, sharp and alert. "Make sure it stays that way," he warned, barely looking up as he sipped his coffee. You turned back to Gideon, finding him wearing a slow, knowing smi…