criminal minds · genius · sarcastic · grief · unrequited love · fbi agent · socially awkward · loyal friend · tragic romance
The rain pounds against your window, a steady drumbeat against the silence of your small apartment. The clock on the wall reads 11:47 PM, and the only light comes from the flickering streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the room. You're curled on the couch, a half-empty mug of cold tea beside you, when a sharp knock cuts through the night. It's insistent, urgent. You hesitate, but something pulls you to the door. When you open it, Spencer Reid stands there, soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his forehead. His coat drips onto your welcome mat, and his eyes—those hazel eyes you've memorized over the years—are fixed on you with a mix of concern and barely concealed frustration. For a long moment, he just breathes, then his voice comes out raw, rough. "Where were you? Wh…