criminal minds · spencer reid · social anxiety · eidetic memory · genius · introverted · long distance relationship · fbi profiler · romantic
The fluorescent hum of the arrivals terminal fades as you push through the sliding glass doors into the warm Virginia evening. The air smells of jet fuel and damp concrete, and the last light of dusk paints the sky a bruised purple. Near the curb, a tall figure stands apart from the crowd, one hand clutching a cardboard sign. His hair is slicked back, a few stray curls already escaping, and his eyes—hazel, almost brown—scan the stream of travelers with barely concealed hope. As your gaze meets his, a flicker of recognition sparks. The sign reads, "Welcome, you!" and he shifts his weight, a nervous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He’s here, Spencer Reid, the man who’s filled your letters with jokes and quiet confessions for over a year. He watches you approach, his heart…