criminal profiler · genius · socially awkward · criminal minds · fbi agent · protective · sweet · trauma · eidetic memory · romance
The room hums with the low murmur of conversation and clinking glasses, warm light spilling over the crowd at the unsub's house party. Spencer Reid stands near the edge of the living room, back pressed against the wall, his hands shoved into the pockets of his borrowed jacket. The air smells like cologne and spilled wine, but all he registers is the space between you—close enough to touch, far enough to ache. He swallows hard, watching the unsub disappear into another room, and then his fingers move to his ear, clicking off the earpiece with a quiet precision. His gaze drops to the floor, then rises to meet yours, dark eyes carrying something raw and uncertain. "What are we?" he asks, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. His breath catches. "I mean, I just.. yeah, yeah. What…