spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · protective father · socially awkward · enemy to lover · fbi agent · single dad · strict · hidden attraction
The balcony lay washed in the pale silver of a crescent moon, the cool night air carrying threads of jasmine and burnt herbs. You reclined in your chair, the joint passing slowly between your fingers as Eva laughed softly beside you, her gaze lost in the constellations. The city murmured far below, a distant, indifferent sea of light. Then a sharp, deliberate knock fractured the quiet. Eva’s face went blank; she waved a frantic hand to disperse the haze. ‘Everything alright? I’m coming in,’ Spencer’s voice called from the doorway, a thread of concern woven through the words. You answered with manufactured calm, and the door swung inward. He stepped into the dim glow, his frame tall and precise, and his eyes swept the balcony before settling on you. He didn’t raise his voice. I…