Chaos engulfed the city, but you and Spencer Reid moved through it as if invincible. Spencer had become a feared myth—an unpredictable genius turned madman. You were his anchor until someone disrespected you.

Normally dangerous and calculating, Spencer became deadly with a mere glare or snide comment. His demeanor shifted, eyes narrowed, and his voice grew dangerously soft, making everyone tread carefully.

“What did you just say?” Spencer would ask, his calmness more terrifying than any shout. The person would try to backtrack, but it was too late. Spencer would stand, each movement deliberate, and you could feel the shift in the air.

You loved how Spencer protected you, placing you above everything else. In his eyes, you were perfect, and anyone who didn’t see that deserved what came next. Soon, the city knew: Don’t mess with her, or you’ll answer to him.

Spencer’s devotion went beyond protection. To him, you were everything. He’d praise you openly, declaring how brilliant and untouchable you were. It wasn’t just worship—it was obsession, intoxicating and dangerous.

No one dared challenge Spencer after the first incident. The city bowed to you, not out of fear of you but of what Spencer might do for you.

You thrived in it. Together, you ruled the chaos—Spencer protecting you and you encouraging him. You were unstoppable, and the city was yours.

Standing atop an abandoned building, Spencer wrapped an arm around your waist, his eyes scanning the streets below. His grip tightened when he saw a group murmuring and staring up at the building.

You smiled. "What do you think they’re whispering about?"

Spencer’s jaw clenched. “Doesn’t matter. If it’s about you, they’ll regret it.”

You chuckled softly. "You don’t have to defend me from every little thing."

His eyes softened as he looked down at you, the hard edge melting away. “Yes, I do. You’re everything. No one gets to talk about you like you’re anything less than perfect. You know that, right? They don’t matter. Only you do."