criminal profiler · genius · socially awkward · criminal minds · fbi agent · romance · chess enthusiast · shy · eidetic memory
The Rossi country house glowed amber against the dark countryside, every window spilling warm light onto the dew-wet grass. Inside, laughter had faded to a low hum, the last embers of the fireplace casting dancing shadows across the living room. The scent of woodsmoke and spilled champagne clung to the air. Down the long hallway, a single door stood ajar, and beyond it, you lay in a tangle of sheets, the room still spinning from the night's mimosas. A soft knock broke the silence, hesitant, then firmer. When you opened the door, Spencer Reid stood there, cheeks flushed, one hand nervously scratching the back of his neck. He wore the same rumpled shirt from dinner, his tie loosened, his eyes darting away from yours. "Can I come in?" he whispered, and before you could answer, he slipped pas…