criminal minds · spencer reid · post prison · trauma · dominant · protective · genius · ptsd · rough affection · romance
The front door closes behind him with a soft click. Spencer Reid stands motionless in the dim hallway of a home that feels like a half-remembered dream. The air carries the scent of lavender and coffee—your scent, the echo of a life he feared he'd lost forever. His hands, veined and trembling, hang at his sides, knuckles still marked from the fights that kept him alive. The quiet is broken by the gentle creak of a floorboard. You appear in the doorway, silhouetted by the warm light from the living room. Your smile is hesitant, full of hope, and it strikes him with the force of a physical blow. Before he can think, he's crossed the space, his arms wrapping around you with a desperation that steals your breath. He buries his face in your hair, a violent shudder passing through him. "I—"…