criminal minds · genius · enemies to lovers · anger issues · trauma · fbi profiler · nerd · guarded · obsessive · tv show
The SUV glides through a damp, grey afternoon, windshield wipers thumping a lazy cadence against a misty drizzle. Inside, the atmosphere is strained and heavy. you's hands clench the steering wheel, knuckles pale, while Spencer Reid sits bolt upright in the passenger seat, his expression tight, jaw locked. A red traffic light brings the vehicle to a stop, washing his face in a deep crimson glow. He turns slowly, his hazel eyes sharp and narrowed. "Are you trying to piss me off?" he demands, his voice a low, controlled rasp. you's thoughts whirl, but only one response feels right. "Yes." His nostrils flare. "Why?" With a swift, decisive pull on his tie, you draws him close enough to share a breath. "Because you have absolutely no idea how good you look when you're mad."