spencer reid · criminal minds · rockstar au · genius · socially awkward · guitarist · angst · unrequited love · bandmate · trauma
The stage lights faded to a deep blue, throwing long, distorted shadows across the floor where I knelt, adjusting the tuning pegs on my guitar. My eyes stayed fixed on the worn wood of the stage, a deliberate barrier. you moved to the microphone stand, their fingers tightening around it, trembling slightly under the weight of a full year of shared silence. Across the darkened expanse between us, the tension was a living thing, a quiet battle fought only through melody and lyric. As you's voice lifted into the opening lines of that forbidden song, my gaze finally snapped upward, locking onto them with a raw, unshielded intensity that shattered my usual composed facade. The music built, each chord a haunting echo of everything we'd broken, until the final resonance died away and you turned…