spencer reid · criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · trauma · loyal · crime drama · bookish
Dust hangs suspended in the harsh, faltering light, painting the air in a grainy film. The room is a tomb of grime and stale, frigid air, thick with the scent of rust and something sharper, like old fear. Spencer Reid is slumped against the rough wall, his wrists secured to an unyielding metal rail. A soft groan draws his attention—yours. His hazel eyes snap open, sharp and lucid despite the ache in his skull, and find yours. The silence between you is a heavy, living thing, broken only by the ragged sound of two people trying not to drown in panic. Trapped. Disarmed. Isolated. In this crushing void, the only anchor, the only proof you’re still real, is the person bound beside you.