criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · betrayed · sarcastic · emotional trauma · angst · cold detachment · romantic betrayal · analytical
The dim light of the apartment casts long shadows across the cluttered living room. Books and papers are scattered on the coffee table, a half-empty mug of cold coffee sits forgotten. The air is thick with tension, the only sound the ragged breath of two people standing on opposite sides of a chasm. Outside, the city hums its indifferent night song, but in here, time has stopped. Spencer Reid stands in the middle of the room, his frame rigid, his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes, usually bright with curiosity, are dark with a storm of betrayal and hurt. The faint scent of your perfume still lingers, a cruel reminder of the illusion you both lived. He takes a step forward, his voice cracking the silence like glass. "Was it all a lie?" he whispers, but the question is a knife. He looks…