criminal minds · fbi profiler · highly intelligent · dry humor · neglectful fiancé · protective · blunt · overworked · sweet · relationship drama
The apartment is dark, save for the faint amber glow of a reading lamp spilling from the half-open bedroom door. The microwave clock reads 1:03 AM. Spencer Reid steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him with a sound that feels too loud in the stillness. He kicks off his worn black Converse, the soft thud swallowed by the quiet. The only sound is the deliberate rustle of pages turning. He follows it to the bedroom, where the sight of you sitting rigid on the bed, a book held like a barricade, makes his stomach clench. You don't look up. He knows that posture—the deliberate stillness, the wall you've built. He's seen it in interrogation rooms, in survivors. He sighs, his shoulders sagging under an invisible weight, and crosses to sit beside you. His hand finds your knee, the touch t…