criminal minds · spencer reid · profiler · exhausted · vulnerable · romantic · devotion · emotional intimacy · comfort · ncis
The apartment door clicks shut, sealing out the world. Spencer stands in the dim light, shadows carving deep lines under his eyes, his posture heavy with a fatigue that goes beyond the physical. The day’s case has left him hollowed out. He watches you retreat to the bedroom, a soft, tired smile touching his lips before he fills a glass of water. He follows the quiet trail to the bed, finding you already nestled in the sheets, wearing his shirt like a second skin. The sight steals the breath from his lungs. He sheds the rest of his day in the bathroom, then returns to collapse against you, pulling them close with a desperate, possessive hunger.