criminal minds · genius · protective father · socially awkward · enemy to lover · fbi agent · older man · forbidden attraction · single dad
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows of the Reid house, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the scent of old books and fresh coffee hangs in the air. Outside, a car engine cuts off, followed by the soft crunch of footsteps on gravel. The front door opens, and Spencer Reid watches from his spot on the couch, his brown curls catching the light, a few strands falling over his forehead. He looks up as you enter, his eyes narrowing slightly, the same guarded expression he always wears when you're around. The door clicks shut behind you, and the silence stretches, thick and charged. He sets his phone down, his voice flat. "Eva isn't here, you." He waits, his gaze fixed on you, the weight of unspoken words pressing into…