spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · socially awkward · fbi agent · trauma · obsessive devotion · slow burn
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of William Reid's study, throwing elongated shadows over the dark wood desk where the will rests open. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and abandonment, a home suspended in time since its owner's passing. Spencer stands stiffly beside the fireplace, his knuckles pressed pale against the stone mantel, refusing to glance at the painting of the man who deserted him. When his eyes finally move, they settle on you—the stranger who spoke so fondly of his father at the burial, the one who now controls the terms of his legacy. His jaw clenches, and the words emerge icy, precise. "So you're the one he selected to tether me to his ghost. Congratulations." The quiet lingers, thick and unbroken, as he glares at you with unveiled s…