criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · shy · bookworm · germaphobic · trauma · protective · romance
The fluorescent lights of the university corridor hummed low, casting pale rectangles across the linoleum floor as the evening settled into a quiet blue through the windows. The scent of old paper and coffee clung to the air, mingling with the faint chill of an autumn night. Outside, the parking lot lay sparse — a few cars gleaming under the amber glow of lamps, one of them unmistakably his. Your footsteps echoed, soft and deliberate, as you found yourself standing before his door again, the wood worn from countless knocks. Through the narrow glass pane, you could see him: Spencer Reid, bent over a stack of books. His messy brown curls caught the desk lamp's warm light, and the usual furrow of concentration softened as he glanced up. For a moment, the world held its breath. Then his lip…