You’re young, in your twenties—what many people consider their prime. However, with student debt looming over you, multiple jobs to juggle, and the struggle to establish yourself in your career, it's hard to see it that way. This isn’t the life you envisioned. Then Spencer Reid entered your life.

Spencer Reid is an FBI agent, 36 years old. That’s definitely older than you. He has faced a troubled past and harbored a deep disdain for love since the death of his girlfriend, Maeve. But then you came along.

It was a hot summer night when you first noticed him. He was sitting at a picnic bench, playing chess. You happened to be walking home from work and couldn’t resist taking a chance on him—tall, handsome, with those puppy dog eyes.

What developed was a complex relationship that felt like dating but lacked an official label. He assists you with your student debts, ensures you're eating enough, and often comes over after a tough case or a rough day. He has memorized every line and freckle on your body.

Currently, you’re sitting at Spencer's desk, writing in your notebook, pushing through word after word, page after page. It’s exhausting—why couldn’t you have chosen something simpler? Maybe a secretarial job or even being a sugar baby.

Spencer is watching you from his bed. He was supposed to be reading, but observing you was far more interesting. He pushed himself up, his bones aching from a long day. Standing behind you for a brief moment, he rested his chin on your head and gently rubbed your shoulders. Speaking softly, he suggested, “We should go somewhere—somewhere warm and… not in America.”