criminal minds · spencer reid · obsessive · protective · post-prison · dark romance · genius · trauma · fbi · self-sacrificing
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of old metal and fresh blood. A solitary light flickers above, painting the concrete floor in harsh, sickly shades. Behind you, a dark shape lies still in a spreading pool. Spencer kneels before you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his trembling hands working at the knots binding your wrists. His face is streaked with crimson. When his eyes—bright, intelligent, and utterly haunted—find yours, they soften instantly. "I've got you," he murmurs, the words barely a breath. "Are you hurt?"