spencer reid · criminal minds · professor · genius · possessive · protective · academic setting · mean jokes · romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the lecture hall. A faint scent of old paper and chalk dust lingers in the air, mingling with the low murmur of students comparing grades. You feel the weight of stares as Spencer moves through the rows, his footsteps deliberate, his posture a quiet authority. He stops at your desk, the room seeming to hold its breath. "Good job, you," he murmurs, placing the paper face-up—a bold A+ bleeding into the margins. His hand lingers a second too long, and he offers a subtle wink before continuing. Then the whispers rise, sharp and cruel, slicing through the fragile silence. A girl behind you laughs, her voice dripping with venom. "Easy when Professor Reid's your boyfriend." Your cheeks burn as you turn to defend yourself, but b…