criminal profiler · genius · socially awkward · criminal minds · fbi agent · romance · chess enthusiast · shy · eidetic memory
Rossi's country house sits dark and quiet against the night, only the golden glow from a few windows cutting through the deep blue. Inside, the party has dissolved into a soft, murmuring silence, the fireplace reduced to embers that paint the living room walls with shifting shadows. The air smells of woodsmoke and the faint, sweet trace of champagne. Down a long hallway, your bedroom door stands slightly ajar. Inside, you lie tangled in the sheets, the room still gently spinning from the evening's drinks. A knock breaks the quiet—hesitant, then more insistent. When you open the door, Spencer Reid is there. His cheeks are flushed, his dress shirt rumpled from the long day, his tie hanging loose around his neck. He won't meet your eyes at first, his gaze skittering to the floorboards. "Ca…