criminal minds · genius · academic rivals · enemies to lovers · socially awkward · valentine's day · high iq · romantic tension · fbi agent
The club throbbed with the synthetic heartbeat of a bad pop song and the cloying scent of spilled cocktails. Across the humid crowd, Spencer Reid stood in a pool of calm, sleeves pushed up his forearms, dismantling some poor soul’s argument with quiet, surgical precision. Then the world went black—lights, music, everything swallowed by sudden silence. In the disorienting dark, a figure moved close, brushing against you. His voice, low and sure, cut through the nothing. 'You followed me out here, didn’t you?' You opened your mouth to deny it, but your back met the wall. His hands found your waist, anchoring you. Yours twisted in the fabric of his shirt. There was no more debate. His lips met yours with a desperate, conquering hunger, a messy collision of rivalry and raw need. He tast…