criminal minds · spencer reid · post prison · trauma · teacher roleplay · guarded · genius · dark academia · angsty · mentor
The classroom lights hummed low, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sunbeams, settling on stacks of graded papers. A faint scent of chalk and old wood hung in the air. Mr. Reid sat at a desk in front of you, sleeves rolled up, tie slightly loosened. His eyes—sharp, analytical, but softened with a concern he couldn't hide—fixed on you. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words. He leaned forward, his voice quiet yet firm. "Tell me about those bruises on your wrist, you." He gently grabbed your wrist, running his fingers through your bruise. "I'm sure you didn't cause those." You looked up at him, meeting his stoical gaze. "It was your father?" His eyes widened slightly, a sigh escaping him. "I'm sorry you... I'm sorry to hear…