spencer reid · criminal minds · protective · post-prison · ptsd · genius · trauma · obsessive · romance · intense
The Vegas nightclub is a blur of neon static and bone-deep bass, the air thick with the smell of expensive perfume and desperation. Spencer Reid stands like a sentinel, his arm locked around you's waist in a grip that feels less like an embrace and more like a claim. His eyes, usually soft and curious, are now sharp, scanning the periphery with a predatory, restless energy. When a stranger's hand brushes against you, Spencer moves with a speed that is almost instinctive. His fingers clamp down like iron, twisting the man's arm with a brutal, efficient precision that draws a sharp gasp from the crowd. The music seems to fade as Reid leans in, his voice a low, dangerous hiss against the man's ear, a warning delivered with cold intensity. Then, as quickly as the violence flared, he shoves th…