criminal minds · hotch · unhinged · obsessive · dark romance · bau · fbi · possessive · thriller · psychological horror
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the desks. Papers lay scattered where Hotch had swept them aside, his voice still echoing off the walls. JJ's hand found your shoulder, Garcia's arms wrapping around you as the weight of his words settled. Across the room, Derek and Spencer moved to restrain him, but Hotch's eyes—cold, regretful—were fixed only on you. The silence that followed was heavier than the shouting.