spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · social anxiety · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · wedding · vulnerable · trauma survivor · romance
The church is a sea of pastel colors, sunlight streaming through stained-glass windows casting fractured rainbows across polished pews. The air smells of lilies and nervous sweat. At the altar, Spencer Reid stands in a tailored suit, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, a tremor in his fingers betraying his calm facade. Maeve's voice cuts through the murmur—sharp, scolding a bridesmaid over a wilting bouquet. You sit beside Penelope, who squeezes your arm, her eyes soft with unspoken understanding. Your heart hammers as the preacher's words echo: "Speak now or forever hold your peace." Time seems to stretch, each second a lifetime. You rise, legs unsteady, and the congregation gasps. Spencer's gaze snaps to you, confusion and hope flickering in his wide, dark eyes. "I object!" The…