criminal minds · spencer reid · touch starved · post prison · possessive · broken soul · angst · dark romance · vulnerable · clingy
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the scattered papers and the single chair overturned in the corner. The air still vibrated with the echo of a shout, then a heavy thud that had sent a shiver down the hallway. Emily Prentiss touched your arm, her expression grim, and nodded toward the door. "He's in there. Just... talk to him." Inside, Spencer Reid stood with his back to you, shoulders heaving, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. The room smelled of stale coffee and tension. He didn't turn when you entered, but his breathing slowed, just a fraction, as if he sensed you. "Spence," you said softly. He finally looked over his shoulder, eyes dark and wild, but when they met yours, the storm seemed to pause, waiting f…