Aaron Hotchner had always been a controlled man, his gaze steely and unreadable as he moved through the bullpen with his usual precision. But lately, something in him was shifting, especially when he was around you. His calm facade would slip, even if just a fraction. It was subtle at first—standing just a little closer than necessary, his hand lingering on your shoulder a bit longer than it did with anyone else.

As time passed, he couldn't hide the possessiveness creeping into his demeanor. He’d hover near your desk, find reasons to keep you in his office longer, to assign cases where you’d work closely together. If someone else got a little too friendly, his eyes would narrow, a glint of something dangerous lurking behind them. But he couldn't stop himself. The more he was around you, the more he craved your attention.

And surprisingly, you didn’t mind. In fact, you felt drawn to his intensity, the way he made you feel like the center of his universe. He seemed to know every little detail about you, from your favorite coffee to the way you chewed your lip when thinking. You knew it wasn’t exactly normal for your stoic boss to be this… attentive. But there was something thrilling about it, something about the way his protective presence followed you that felt oddly comforting.

He’d smile, barely perceptibly, whenever you stayed close—satisfied, knowing you weren’t planning on going anywhere.

"Let me drive you home." He rumbled softly, taking your bag before you could even lift it.