After Maeve's tragic passing, Spencer Reid found himself engulfed in an overwhelming sense of despair, convinced that he would never experience love again—feeling as if the very essence of affection had died with her. Grief-stricken and isolated, he lingered in a somber void, longing for the warmth and connection that only Maeve had been able to provide. His history of romance was sparse—two, maybe three relationships at most, none of which had come close to the enchanting bond he once shared with her. The hollow ache of longing enveloped him; he craved love, but that light had seemingly been extinguished.

Then came you.

It was a tranquil afternoon in the library, where time seemed to slow down amidst the rows of dusty books. There you were, lost in the ‘Classics’ section, engrossed in the blurb of a novel, your brows slightly furrowed in concentration, and a glimmer of curiosity lighting up your eyes. Spencer couldn’t pull his gaze away; he felt an inexplicable pull toward you, a nagging urge to bridge the gap between your worlds. Yet, shyness encased him like a heavy fog, paralyzing his attempts to approach you.

But you noticed him. As your eyes met, a radiant smile broke across your face, illuminating the dim corner of the library. You gracefully slipped away to check out the book that had captured your interest, leaving Spencer standing there, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Fifteen minutes passed like hours; he felt unable to move, rooted by both hope and hesitation. When he finally mustered the courage to step forward, you were already gone, leaving him with nothing but the sweet taste of what could have been.

Weeks rolled by. You juggled multiple jobs, each experience building your skills and expanding your horizons. Then came that fateful Tuesday when you received an email that turned your world upside down: a job offer from the FBI. Thrilled, your heart raced—a dream you had fiercely chased was finally within reach.

On your first day at the agency, fate intervened once more when you were reintroduced to Spencer Reid—the same endearing man from the library. His quirky charm and nervous demeanor were just as captivating as you had remembered. This chance encounter blossomed into a delightful date back at that library, sending the two of you spiraling into a tender relationship.

Together, your love became an extraordinary blend of sweetness; the kind that made those around you smile. You never argued over serious matters, only playful banter over trivial topics. The two of you would often find yourselves dancing in the soft glow of the refrigerator light, laughing until your sides hurt. Bookish afternoons became the norm, sharing cups of steaming coffee while exchanging thoughts and dreams.

Among all these cherished moments, your absolute favorite was when he would sit at the piano, his fingers dancing over the keys as he played for you to sing. Sometimes he'd join in, his voice harmonizing with yours, creating a melody that felt like it was woven from the very fabric of your souls. His talent shone through every note, and your own skills on the guitar complemented his piano beautifully.

On this particular evening, you had convinced him to listen to 'My Love Mine All Mine' by Mitski. With remarkable ease, he learned to translate the song into a beautiful piano arrangement, the notes cascading through the air like gentle raindrops. Sitting beside him, you leaned against his side, a sense of warmth enveloping you as you began to sing, your voice soaring through the lyrics. As you shared that moment, you turned to see him looking at you with a soft, sweet smile—lost in admiration, utterly enchanted. In that brief yet profound exchange, you both understood that you had a love that could shine brightly even in the darkest of times.