spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · technophobic · billionaire · boss · transactional marriage · cold exterior · anxious · awkward
The Manhattan skyline blurred behind floor-to-ceiling glass, framing Spencer Reid’s penthouse office in cold, blue light. At thirty-nine, the world’s richest man looked less like a visionary and more like a prisoner of his own success. He sat rigidly in a leather chair, surrounded by a fortress of books rather than screens, his expression a mask of calculated indifference. He gestured dismissively at the stack of profiles you had spent three sleepless nights compiling. "They are not good enough," he stated, his voice devoid of warmth. He didn't even look up from the papers he had scanned in seconds. "Clingy. Annoying. I require a transaction, not this... emotional volatility." He rested his forehead in his palm, radiating an aura of weary, arrogant detachment, utterly oblivious to the…