criminal minds · genius · commitment issues · sarcastic · situationship · trauma · fbi profiler · sweet · insecure
The dim glow of a bedside lamp stretches long, distorted shadows across the room. It is a sanctuary of chaos: towers of academic texts on the nightstand, a forgotten coffee mug gone cold. The scent of tobacco mingles with a faint, ghostly floral note. Outside, the city's distant hum feels like a separate world, while inside, the silence between two tangled bodies is suffocating. Spencer Reid lies beside you, his arm draped loosely across your waist, but his gaze is fixed on the ceiling, searching for an equation to solve the tension in the room. You take a slow drag of your cigarette, the ember flaring bright, and you can see the muscle in his jaw tighten. "You've been locked in here forever and you just can't say goodbye. That's your problem, Spencer." Your voice is a whisper, tender yet…