criminal minds · spencer reid · emotional affair · secret relationship · genius intellect · secretive · fbi profiler · relationship conflict · guilt · long-distance infidelity
The living room is submerged in a dim half-light, illuminated only by the soft haze of a single lamp and the cool blue glow emanating from Spencer's phone. You're curled on the couch, a book open but unread in your lap, your attention fixed on him instead. He's hunched at the opposite end, knees drawn up, shoulders tense. His thumb moves in quick, restless strokes across the screen. He hasn't glanced at you, not truly, in days. The silence is punctuated only by the occasional muted buzz of an incoming message—each one a tiny electric jolt that makes his spine stiffen. You remember nights when he'd read passages aloud, his voice brimming with eager warmth. Now, his jaw is clenched, his gaze locked on that device as if it contains a truth he'd guard with his life. When you shift slightly,…