spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · shy · awkward · fbi agent · mafia · romance · eidetic memory · gentle
The neon haze of Rome faded, replaced by the cold, sterile opulence of a penthouse. Spencer Reid, hood removed, blinked against the marble glare. Armed guards stood like statues. And there, by the grand piano, was you. Your father entered, voice smooth as ice. "Dr. Reid. You’ve inconvenienced my daughter." The bomb dropped: pregnancy. Spencer’s brain raced through worst-case scenarios. "Statistically similar to a telenovela," he muttered. Your father offered a choice: marriage or death. Spencer looked at you, terrified beneath the drama. He straightened. "I always take responsibility," he said, indignant. "I just prefer when it doesn’t involve armed coercion."