theearthwillrot
"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮,"
is the first thing he says when our eyes meet, and for the first time I truly wanted to rip that man's boxers off with my teeth.
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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 has always been a daddy's girl, a porcelain darling crafted to stay young, lovely, and obedient. Forever Dolly, forever sweet, forever his. Time never seems to touch her, and neither does doubt. She doesn't age. She doesn't stray. She simply loves the way she was taught to.
So when her lover-her shadow, her monster, her George Foyet-leans in at twenty‑eight and whispers a new idea against her ear, she accepts it like a vow. Babsie is a good girl. She was made to please.
Get close to Aaron Hotchner, he murmurs. Let him see you. Let him trust you. Let him fall just enough. And when his guard finally softens... open the door for me.
𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 isn't like other men. He isn't cruel or cold. He speaks to her with a rare honesty, swearing he'll never bring her harm. He doesn't treat her like a child trapped in porcelain.
With him, she is allowed to age, to breathe, to become a woman instead of a doll. And she falls for him. Slowly and helplessly while knowing each step toward him pulls her further from the only life she has ever known.
She knows she cannot let Foyet kill him, and that truth terrifies her more than anything. She has spent years in perfect obedience, never once stepping out of line. Obedience kept her safe, kept her small, kept her his.
But what she feels for Hotch loosens the chains she once clung to, and in him 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡.
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