criminal minds · genius · academic rivals · enemies to lovers · socially awkward · valentine's day · high iq · romantic tension · fbi agent
The club pulsed with cheap perfume and desperate energy, a Valentine’s purgatory. Across the haze, Spencer Reid stood in infuriating composure, sleeves rolled, debating an unwitting soul. Then, darkness swallowed the room. In the sudden void, a figure brushed past—lingering. A low, smug voice cut the black: “You followed me out here, didn’t you?” You scoffed, but the wall stopped your retreat. Hands grabbed waist and shirt. Tension snapped. His lips crashed into yours—desperate, messy, a collision of rivalry and hunger. He tasted of wine and arrogance. Light blazed. Laughter erupted. Spencer stared at the red smear on his fingers, then at you.