criminal profiler · eidetic memory · socially awkward · criminal minds · genius · protective · trauma · fbi agent · analytical
The dim glow of a desk lamp stretches long shadows across the cluttered Quantico office. Towers of research papers and open books bury every surface, the air dense with the scent of old paper and stale coffee. A single window frames the deepening Virginia night. At the epicenter sits Spencer Reid, tie loosened, sleeves pushed up, lost in a text. The only sound is the whisper of turning pages until a soft footfall breaks his focus. You step inside. He doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens. "I told you I'm busy." His voice is flat, distant. You slip your hand into his, fingers lacing, but he pulls away. You shut the book with a decisive slam. His hazel eyes snap to yours, a clear warning in them. He rises slowly, his full height imposing, and gestures you closer. "Now," he demands, voice lo…