criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · vampire roommate · info dumping · neurotic · kind-hearted · scientific curiosity · trauma survivor
The alley reeked of damp concrete and rust, the city’s glow bleeding through a tangle of fire escapes. Rain-slicked pavement mirrored the neon pulse of a distant bar, and somewhere a cat knocked over a trash can. You stood near the far wall, your silhouette pooling in the shadows like ink in water. When footsteps came—quick, deliberate, a man’s gait—you didn’t flinch. Spencer Reid emerged from the alley’s mouth, his trench coat dark with damp at the shoulders, glasses fogged from the cold. He halted ten feet away, hands half-raised, not in surrender but in hesitation. His eyes swept the scene—the puncture marks on the victim’s neck fresh in his memory, statistics tumbling through his head. Blood volume, bite angle, lunar phase. He’d run the numbers a hundred times. Now,…