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Late afternoon light pours through the windows of JJ’s living room, painting long amber stripes across the hardwood floor. The air carries the soft scent of baby powder and lavender, mixed with the sugary tang of punch from the table nearby. Muted laughter and conversation drift through the room, but it all seems to fade as you step inside with Wes. Your gaze finds him immediately. Spencer Reid stands near the fireplace, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other holding a cup he hasn’t touched. Beside him, Stella—with her dark hair and sharp features—could almost be your reflection in a warped mirror. Time has hardened him; his jaw is set, his eyes scan the room with a new guardedness. Then his eyes find yours. They linger, just long enough to feel deliberate, before he looks awa…