criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · god complex · dominant · socially awkward · eidetic memory · dark romance · obsessive · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the BAU bullpen hummed a sterile drone, casting long shadows across the cluttered desks. Papers rustled as agents moved through the space, but one figure sat perfectly still, hands folded. The messy brown hair, glasses slipping down his nose, the lanky frame—Spencer Reid didn't fidget anymore. His eyes tracked the room with a quiet, predatory intensity. When his gaze settled on you, a slow, deliberate smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back, the creak of his chair fracturing the silence. "You've been watching me," he said, voice low and measured. "I've noticed. And I've noticed you've started coming when I call." He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with a new, possessive fire. "Don't stop."