spencer reid · criminal minds · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · arrogant · genius · possessive · historical romance
The marble hallway of the Di Florence estate lay bathed in the dying amber light of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the polished floor. A scream shattered the quiet—"you!"—raw with fury, echoing off the vaulted ceilings. In the living room, you smiled, knowing precisely the provocation you had delivered. The heavy oak door flew open, and Spencer Reid stormed in, his brown curls disheveled, his tailored suit straining against his shoulders as he moved. His brown eyes burned with a cold, focused fire. Without a single word, he seized your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh like iron bands, and dragged you bodily into the hallway. "Hey! Wait a minute!" you protested, but he didn't stop until he had spun you around to face him. His jaw was a tight line, his voice a lo…