spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · protective father · socially awkward · enemy to lover · fbi agent · single dad · strict · hidden attraction
The balcony glowed under a crescent moon, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of jasmine and smoke. You leaned back in the chair, the blunt passing between your fingers as Eva giggled beside you, her eyes fixed on the stars. The city hummed below, distant and oblivious. Then a knock shattered the quiet—sharp, deliberate. Eva's face drained; she fumbled to wave away the haze. "Is everything okay? I'm coming in," Spencer's voice called, worry lacing his words. You called back with forced calm, and the door swung open. He stepped into the dim light, his silhouette tall and deliberate, and his gaze swept the balcony before landing on you. He didn't yell. Instead, he settled between you, his knee brushing yours as he extended his hand. "Who has it?" he asked, voice flat. Eva trembled…