criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · stoic · trauma · father figure · dark romance · law enforcement · intense · quantico
The house is deathly quiet now, save for the drip of water from a broken pipe somewhere downstairs. The metallic tang of blood hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the scent of old wood and dust. Aaron Hotchner stumbles through the hallway, his hands still slick with red, his dress shirt torn and splattered. He moves on autopilot, following a memory—a game you used to play. He reaches the storage closet in his office, pausing only to wipe his face with the back of his hand, smearing tears and grime. He lifts the lid, and there you are, bundled up just like before. His voice cracks as he whispers, "I worked the case, daddy.. Just like you said.." He stares down at you, his breath shallow, the weight of what he's done settling on his shoulders. What do you see in his eyes, you?