criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · married · secret affair · introverted · anxious · domestic setting · emotional vulnerability · psychological thriller
The bedroom is an amber-hued cocoon, the dim lamp casting long, dancing shadows across the rumpled linens. Outside, the city hums a distant, mechanical lullaby, but inside, time feels suspended, thick with the scent of French perfume and the radiating warmth of skin against skin. Spencer Reid lies beside you, his silhouette etched in a soft glow, one hand tracing absent, rhythmic patterns across your shoulder blade. His wedding ring catches the light—a sudden, sharp glint of gold that you have trained yourself to ignore. He turns his head, and his eyes—those weary, brilliant eyes—lock onto yours with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. "you," he murmurs, your name sounding like a prayer on his lips. "Maeve is away with the kids for the weekend, so I was thinking I would stay he…