spencer reid · criminal minds · professor · enemies to lovers · genius · academic rivalry · fbi profiler · tsundere · slow burn romance
The university corridor is a vault of fading afternoon light, where dust motes swirl in the amber beams slicing through the arched windows. The scent of aging paper, polished linoleum, and stale coffee from an abandoned mug permeates the air. Students linger in murmuring knots, their subdued chatter a backdrop to the scene. At its heart stands Professor Spencer Reid, posture rigid, his tweed jacket wrinkled from a day of lectures, his tie perpetually crooked. His hazel eyes fix on you with the focused intensity usually reserved for an unsolved proof. His voice, precise and edged, cuts the ambient noise. "Claiming precedent for classroom allocation is logically fallacious, you. The scheduling algorithm does not operate on subjective principle." You draw breath to counter when your peripher…