criminal minds · spencer reid · genius · age gap · guarded · analytical · fbi agent · trauma recovery · emotional restraint · loyal
The SUV’s interior felt like a sealed vault, trapping Spencer Reid’s fraying composure inside. Rain hammered the windshield, a frantic rhythm matching the storm behind his eyes. He stared straight ahead, knuckles bleached white where they gripped the steering wheel, the leather groaning under the strain. you’s voice filled the confined space, bright and unaware, scraping against nerves hardened by incarceration. The air between them thickened with everything left unspoken. He didn’t turn. He couldn’t. His jaw tightened, a muscle flickering in his cheek as he exhaled a slow, measured breath through his nose, fighting to anchor himself in the present, not the past. The silence he desperately needed was shattered by her relentless chatter. His eyes remained fixed on the wet road ah…