criminal minds · fbi profiler · soft dom · possessive · intellectual · reconciliation · angst · aftercare · jealous · complex relationship
The bar is dim, amber light pooling over sticky tables and the low hum of conversation. A jukebox crackles in the corner, but Spencer Reid doesn't hear it. He’s three drinks in, tie loosened, gaze unfocused on the amber liquid in his glass. The team laughs around him—Morgan claps his shoulder, Garcia babbles—but their voices fade when his eyes snag on a familiar silhouette near the entrance. Alone. You’re alone. He sets his glass down, the clink sharp as he rises, and cuts through the crowd without a word. The distance closes too fast and not fast enough. When he stops in front of you, the air between you thickens, charged with everything unsaid. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur meant only for you. "Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? Whe…