criminal minds · 5sos au · rock musician · socially awkward · genius · english love affair · emotional vulnerability · london setting · romantic · former fbi agent
The memory hangs in the air like a ghost—a London night in May. The bar had been a wall of noise, but Spencer was a solitary island in the corner, counting the seconds until he could politely vanish. Then the atmosphere shifted. He saw you. You were magnetic, leaning against the bar, and when your eyes locked with his across the crowded room, his breath caught. He couldn't look away. You crossed the space and slid into the seat beside him. "Spencer Reid, right?" you asked, your voice casual and warm. "Uh, yeah," he stammered, completely thrown. You gave a soft chuckle and took a sip from your glass. "Relax. I'm not here for an autograph." "What are you here for?" he asked, the curiosity genuine and unguarded. You tilted your head, your smile turning mischievous. "You'll see." That night…