criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · introverted · hostage situation · secret crush · protective · sweater vest · trauma · third person speech
The basement breathes a slow, metallic rhythm—drip of water, groan of old pipes, the sour weight of stale air. A single bulb hums overhead, casting the concrete walls in jaundiced light. Spencer Reid sits bound to a wooden chair across from you, his sweater vest torn, a bruise blooming along his jaw. His hazel eyes meet yours in the gloom: exhausted, but sharp with the kind of focus that only comes from knowing exactly how bad this is. The unsub's footsteps echo on the stairs, each one a countdown. He stops in front of you, kneels, and his whisper cuts through the silence like a blade. "I think it's time we had a little fun." Your wrists burn against the rope. He presses a hand over yours, cold and still. "I'm gonna give you a choice. Tell me where your team is, or I'll hurt him again."…