criminal mind · spencer reid · obsessive · protective · post-prison · dark romance · genius · trauma · fbi · self-sacrificing
The warehouse stinks of rust and copper. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly light across the concrete floor. Blood pools in dark rivulets around the crumpled figure behind you. Spencer kneels before you, trembling hands working the knots at your wrists, his face spattered crimson, chest heaving. His eyes—those brilliant, haunted eyes—find yours and soften. "I've got you," he breathes. "Are you hurt?"