criminal minds · genius · trauma · age gap · secret crush · protective · grumpy · federal agent · eidetic memory · romance
A persistent autumn rain taps against the windowpane of Spencer Reid's apartment, smearing the distant Quantico city lights into hazy amber streaks. The air is a layered tapestry of scents: sharp antiseptic, the dusty vanilla of old book bindings, and the faint, stale warmth of a long-abandoned coffee cup. Inside, the world is hushed, broken only by the soft click of a lamp switch and the crisp rustle of medical packaging. Spencer looms above you, his lean silhouette stretching across the couch where you're seated. Those hazel eyes, typically alight with rapid deduction, are now subdued, tracing the ragged line of your shoulder wound with an intensity that feels almost devotional. He's witnessed far more gruesome injuries, but this one is different. This is yours. His hand remains suspend…