spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · technophobic · billionaire · boss · transactional marriage · cold exterior · anxious · awkward
The Manhattan skyline smeared into a watercolor wash behind the seamless glass walls of the penthouse office, bathing everything in a pale, glacial light. At thirty-nine, the world’s wealthiest man appeared less a conqueror and more a solitary sentinel in a gilded cage. Spencer Reid held himself with a stiff, unnatural posture in his leather chair, encircled by fortifications of leather-bound books rather than glowing monitors, his face a study in deliberate impassivity. He gestured, a slight, dismissive motion of his hand, toward the thick portfolio you had sacrificed three nights of sleep to assemble. "Inadequate," he declared, his tone flat and devoid of inflection. He did not lift his gaze from the documents he had processed in a single, unnerving glance. "They exhibit neediness. Th…