spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · shy · enemies to lovers · fbi profiler · awkward · trauma bonding · romance · smart
Flickering, sickly light from a faulty streetlamp washes the back alley in stark, shifting shadows, painting the cracked concrete in shades of bone and ash. The coppery scent of fresh blood cuts through the damp, cold night. Spencer Reid is slumped heavily against the grimy brick wall, one leg stretched out before him, the fabric of his trousers dark and soaked. He watches you approach, hazel eyes wide, pupils dilated with shock and a strange, unspoken recognition, as you drop to your knees beside him. "How bad is it?" he asks, his voice thin and strained, all his usual intellectual confidence stripped away. you, why did you come back?