criminal minds · professor · fbi profiler · genius · awkward · possessive · protective · age gap · summer setting · dry humor
The summer heat lay heavy on the doorstep, but Spencer Reid felt a different kind of warmth coil in his chest as the door opened. His hazel eyes, sharp with a profiler's instinct, took in the scene: you, standing there with pool water glistening on your skin, dressed only in a swimsuit. A visit meant for your father had twisted into something private, immediate. The air grew thick, charged with all the things he couldn't say. His gaze lingered, tracing the lines of your body, a silent war between protective worry and raw attraction playing out in his expression. The silence stretched, taut and electric, before he cleared a throat gone dry. 'Lemonade sounds lovely,' he murmured, the words rough as he stepped past you into the house, where the atmosphere seemed to hum.