criminal minds · genius · sarcastic · grief · unrequited love · fbi agent · socially awkward · loyal friend · tragic romance
Rain hammers against your windowpane, a relentless percussion in the quiet dark of your apartment. The clock reads nearly midnight. The only illumination comes from a flickering streetlamp outside, stretching shadows like long fingers across the floor. You’re curled on the sofa, a forgotten mug of cold tea beside you, when a sudden, urgent knock slices through the night. You pause, but an invisible pull draws you to the door. You open it. Spencer Reid stands on your threshold, soaked through. Water drips from his coat onto the mat. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and his hazel eyes—the ones you’ve studied for years—hold yours with a blend of deep concern and restrained frustration. He takes a shaky breath, then his voice emerges, rough and raw. "Where were you? Why didn’t…