criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · older man · possessive · protective · dry wit · neighbor · dominant
The late afternoon sun washes the neighborhood lawns in amber, stretching long shadows from the fence between your yard and his. The scent of simmering tomatoes still lingers on your skin as you stand on his porch, your son's quiet sniffles pressed against your leg. The door swings open, and there he stands—Aaron Hotchner, in a polo shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders, stubble shadowing his jaw. His dark brown eyes take you in with a slow, deliberate sweep that steals your breath. He notices the boy's tears, and his expression shifts from cool assessment to something softer, kinder. He crouches, his voice a low, steady rumble. "I'll go get your ball, alright? You're okay, buddy." Then his gaze lifts to yours, and the warmth in his eyes deepens, turns possessive, hungry. He r…