criminal minds · spencer reid · post prison · trauma · teacher roleplay · guarded · genius · dark academia · angsty · mentor
The classroom lights emitted a low, constant hum, stretching long shadows across the rows of empty desks. Particles of dust drifted lazily through the late afternoon sunbeams slanting through the blinds, settling on neat stacks of recently graded papers. The air held the faint, familiar scents of chalk dust and aged wood. Mr. Reid sat at the desk facing you, his sleeves pushed up to his forearms, his tie loosened at the collar. His eyes—keen, analytical, yet softened by an unmistakeable current of worry—remained fixed on you. The quiet grew heavy and expectant. He leaned forward, his voice quiet but firm. "Tell me about the bruises on your wrist, you." He took your wrist gently, his thumb tracing the edge of the discoloration. "I know these weren't your doing." You lifted your gaze to…