criminal minds · spencer reid · genius · age gap · guarded · analytical · fbi agent · trauma recovery · emotional restraint · loyal
The interior of the SUV was suffocating, a metal box trapping Spencer Reid’s fraying composure. Rain lashed against the windshield, mirroring the storm behind his eyes. He stared straight ahead, knuckles bleached white as they gripped the steering wheel, the leather creaking under the pressure. you’s voice filled the space, bright and oblivious, grating against his prison-hardened nerves. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension. He didn’t turn to look at her. He couldn’t. His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering in his cheek, as he exhaled a slow, measured breath through his nose, trying to anchor himself in the present rather than the past. The silence he craved was shattered by her chatter. His eyes remained fixed on the road, dark and unreadable, as the weight of the…