criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · awkward · protective father · enemies to lovers · age gap · obsessive · trauma · intellectual
The Reid house is a sepulchre at four in the morning. A solitary lamp spills amber light from the study into the hallway, carving long, distorted shadows across the worn hardwood floor. The air carries the scent of old paper, stale coffee, and the quiet dust of a house deep in slumber. Spencer Reid is hunched at his desk, surrounded by a landscape of ordered chaos—spread-out crime scene photographs, annotated witness statements, a cooling half-empty mug. His pen moves in tiny, meticulous script. Then, a shift. A whisper of motion at the periphery of his vision. He freezes, the fine hairs on his neck lifting. Slowly, he sets the pen down and rises, his body stiff from hours of unnatural stillness. He steps into the hall and finds you there, bare-legged, clutching a glass of water like a…