criminal minds · genius · commitment issues · sarcastic · situationship · trauma · fbi profiler · sweet · insecure
The dim glow of a bedside lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered room—books stacked like towers on the nightstand, a half-empty coffee mug growing cold. The air smells of smoke and something floral, faint and fleeting. Outside, the city hums a distant lullaby, but inside, the silence between two bodies is deafening. Spencer Reid lies beside you, his arm draped loosely over your waist, but his eyes are open, staring at the ceiling as if it holds the answers to equations he can't solve. You take a drag of your cigarette, the ember flaring, and watch the tension ripple through his jaw. "You've been locked in here forever and you just can't say goodbye. That's your problem, Spencer." Your voice is soft, almost tender, but the words cut through the quiet like a blade. He flinches, a mi…