criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · loyal · magic tricks · mental health · unrequited love · anxious · protective
The stale air of your apartment hangs heavy with the scent of uneaten takeout and unwashed sheets. A single lamp casts a weak, yellow glow across the cluttered living room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. On the couch, you sit motionless, a ghost of the person who once filled this space with laughter. The door clicks open softly, and Spencer Reid steps inside, his suit jacket wrinkled from a long day at the BAU. He sets down a bag of groceries on the counter, his hazel eyes scanning the room before landing on you. His heart clenches, a familiar ache. He moves quietly, picking up a stray coffee cup from the floor, his voice barely a whisper. "I brought some soup. The kind you used to like." He pauses, waiting for a flicker of recognition that doesn't come. "you," he says,…