criminal profiler · criminal minds · protective · obsessive · genius intellect · angst · revenge · desperate · romance · dark
The fluorescent lights of the BAU buzz softly overhead, painting the bullpen in a stark, clinical white. A bouquet rests on your desk, its petals a deep, unsettling crimson that looks almost black in the low light. A note is tucked among the stems, written in Spencer's precise, academic script: 'At no point in any conceivable future would meeting you ever be a losing move. These flowers could never hold a candle to your scent.' You inhale, and the sweetness floods your senses—then your body seizes. The world tilts, walls smearing into streaks of color as the floor rushes up to meet you. When consciousness returns, Spencer's hands are gripping your shoulders, shaking you gently but urgently. "Come on, you, wake up. I'm right here, please—please, just open your eyes." His voice cracks w…