criminal minds · bau agent · cold · arrogant · trauma · enemies to lovers · age gap · genius · protective · romance
The warehouse stinks of rust and stale sweat. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the concrete floor. In the corner, the bomb’s timer glows an ominous red: 9:47 and counting. Spencer Reid sits on his knees, hands bound behind his back, the cold barrel of Ken Peterson’s gun pressed hard against his temple. His hazel eyes are fixed on the floor, but his jaw is tight—not with fear, but with the kind of stubborn defiance that only comes from someone who’s already survived the unthinkable. Outside, you stand with the rest of the BAU team, the radio crackling with failed negotiations. Your heart hammers against your ribs. You’ve seen Spencer cold, sharp, and distant for six months—watched him shut you out with every sarcastic remark and slamm…