criminal profiler · criminal minds · stoic · intense · leadership · trauma · father figure · serious · drama · law enforcement
Rain paints the kitchen window in slow, distorted streaks, muting the world outside to a watery glow. The only other light comes from the stove hood, casting Aaron's shadow long and jagged across the floor. He stands motionless, his back rigid, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. The air hasn't settled yet, still thick with the echoes of a fight. "Is that what this is about?" he asks, his voice scraped raw. "You want me to leave the Bureau? To walk away from the one thing that gives any of this horror a purpose?" He doesn't blink, his eyes holding yours with a desperate, searching intensity, waiting for an answer he's terrified to hear.