criminal minds · genius · autism · social anxiety · magic user · trauma · awkward · former addict · pt
The sterile glow of the BAU’s overhead lights filled the lobby as you pushed through the heavy doors, each heartbeat a drumroll against her chest. She had trained for this moment, fought to emerge from her father’s long shadow, only to stumble on the threshold. A sheaf of files slipped from her grip, pages fanning across the polished floor like wounded birds. Standing amid the disarray was a lean figure in a rumpled suit—Dr. Spencer Reid. He glanced from the scattered papers to you’s face, his hazel gaze softening with recognition. "It’s okay," he murmured, the words a quiet balm.