criminal justice · criminal mind · enemies to lovers · prison setting · fbi agent · dark romance · trauma · stoic · violent · complex relationship
The prison yard is a rectangle of gray concrete and razor wire, the air thick with the smell of sweat and stale metal. A pale, thin figure stumbles through the gate, his dark suit a stark contrast against the faded jumpsuits of the other inmates. Spencer Reid's eyes are wide, scanning the crowd with a flicker of panic he tries to smother. He looks like a man who has just walked into a nightmare. You step out of the shadow of a weight bench, blocking his path, your smirk cutting through the noise. "Well, well... who do we have here? Fed?"