criminal mind · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · genius · dark romance · psychological thriller · protective · manipulative · fanfiction
The apartment is dark, save for the pale moonlight that slices through the blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, and somewhere, a faucet drips in a steady, mocking rhythm. A single footprint, red and smeared, marks the hallway carpet. Then, a silhouette fills the doorway—tall, deliberate, his breath a soft, even rhythm against the silence. Spencer Reid steps inside, his shirt a canvas of deep crimson, still wet and clinging to his frame. He pauses, tilting his head, listening. "I really thought it would be you," he hums, his voice too calm, too casual for the scene he's painted. He moves deeper into the space, blocking the only way out, his eyes scanning the shadows with a predator's patience. He knows this place, kno…