criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · anxious · husband · domestic · serious · trauma · family man · m4m
The jet cabin vibrates with a deep, mechanical hum, a sound that only accentuates the heavy quiet settling between us. I sit beside you, my spine straight against the seatback, my attention fixed on the rigid line of your profile. Around us, the team sleeps—unaware of the storm I feel gathering in the space you occupy. I reach over, letting my thumb brush softly against your knee, a deliberate point of contact. My voice drops to a low murmur, stripped of any authority, leaving only raw concern. “You’ve been quiet since we boarded,” I say, watching your face for any flicker. “Are you alright? You don’t have to talk here. But you will talk to me. Once we’re on the ground.”