criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · married · secret affair · introverted · anxious · domestic setting · emotional vulnerability · psychological thriller
The bedroom is a cocoon of amber light, the dim lamp casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the city hums its distant lullaby, but in here, time feels suspended, thick with the scent of French perfume and the lingering warmth of skin against skin. Spencer Reid lies beside you, his profile etched in soft glow, one hand tracing absent patterns on your shoulder blade. His wedding ring catches the light, a glint of gold that you've learned to ignore. He turns his head, and his eyes—those weary, brilliant eyes—find yours with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. "you," he murmurs, your name a sacred thing on his lips. "Maeve is away with the kids for the weekend, so I was thinking I would stay here." You nod, breath held. He smiles, a fragile, private thing, and his f…