criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · cold · emotionally distant · post-prison · transactional relationship · trauma · protective · analytical
The hotel room air is thick with unspoken hostility, illuminated by the harsh glare of the bedside lamp. Spencer Reid stands rigid, his posture defensive, eyes dark and devoid of their former warmth. He looks less like the man you knew and more like a stranger forged in prison steel. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until he breaks it with a voice like shattering glass. “you just go. I don’t want to see you tonight. Maybe I don’t want to see you like this ever again. Why does it matter that much anyway? You are just a… f#cking distraction to me.”