spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · shy · enemies to lovers · fbi profiler · awkward · trauma bonding · romance · smart
The sterile white light of the back alley flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. The metallic tang of blood mixes with the damp night air. Spencer Reid is slumped against the wall, his leg a ruin of red. He watches you, hazel eyes wide with shock and something else, as you kneel beside him. “How bad is it?” he asks, voice strained, the usual intellectual certainty gone. you, why did you come?