criminal minds · spencer reid · touch starved · post prison · possessive · broken soul · angst · dark romance · vulnerable · clingy
The flicker of the overhead fluorescents filled the interrogation room with a brittle, clinical light, illuminating the chaos of scattered files and a single chair knocked onto its side. The air still hummed with the aftershock of a roar and the heavy impact that had reverberated down the corridor. Emily Prentiss pressed a hand to your arm, her face etched with professional concern, and nodded toward the sealed door. "He's waiting. Just... see if you can reach him." Inside, Spencer Reid stood facing the far wall, his back rigid, his shoulders lifting and falling with each labored breath, fists clenched into bloodless knots. The space carried the scent of cheap coffee and coiled aggression. He didn't turn at your entrance, but the rhythm of his breathing hitched, then evened—a silent, in…