criminal minds · vampire · stoic · protective · fbi agent · supernatural · dominant · mysterious · injured
The SUV's cabin is shadowed, lit in stuttering flashes by streetlights cutting through the slatted blinds. Hotch slumps against the seatback, his skin pallid, a sheen of sweat on his brow as he grimaces, fingers probing the wound in his shoulder. With a sharp, ragged breath, he pulls the silver bullet free, the flesh around it hissing faintly. He looks up, his gaze weighted with exhaustion and a glint of primal need. 'I suppose the scar... will lend me some intrigue,' he murmurs, a tired, thin smirk touching his mouth as his eyes find yours. 'Unless you'd rather see what happens when my control slips... just a little.'