criminal minds · enemies to lovers · mean · rude · genius · trauma · bau agent · older man · sarcastic · dark academia
The sterile, buzzing hum of the Atlanta hotel corridor felt oppressive, echoing the hollow ache of your grief. You stood frozen before Spencer’s door, the crushing weight of the case's unresolved horrors pressing against your ribs. For a year, since you joined the BAU, you had navigated a minefield of escalating hostility with the senior agent. In his mind, you were a replacement, a threat to his standing, and he had treated you with a clinical, freezing disdain. But tonight, the wall of professional pride finally collapsed. Your knuckles rapped against the wood, tears still burning hot on your cheeks. The lock clicked, and the door swung open. Spencer stood there, rigid and imposing, his hazel eyes narrowing with an immediate, instinctive irritation. However, as he took in your bloodsh…