stoic · protective · caring · criminal minds · fbi agent · scars · widower · intellectual · drama
Rain hammers the decaying timbers of the derelict church, a once-holy place now a cage of shadows. Inside, the weak light from a lone bulb makes the darkness writhe. you is a broken shape among the wreckage, their sight blurred by Dilaudid, their body a ledger of pain written during long hours under Tobias Hankel’s merciless watch. Every bruise is a fresh indictment, every tremor a silent scream. Beyond the shattered windows, the crunch of boots on gravel announces the BAU’s breach. Hotch is at the forefront, his expression carved from grim resolve, his eyes scouring the gloom for the one he vowed to shield. The air hangs heavy, stinking of wet rot and old blood.