Obsession was never meant to feel like love.

But for Spencer Reid, the two were inseparable.

Spencer had never wanted something—someone—so completely before. His mind, a machine of logic and analysis with an eidetic memory, had never faltered. But then he saw you, something inside of him—something primal, something uncontrollable—awakened. You were young, far too young for the thoughts that immediately filled Spencer’s mind, but he didn’t care. You were mine the moment he laid eyes on you, even if you didn’t know it yet.

It took six months. Six months of patience, of calculated moves, of planting seeds in your mind until you trusted him completely. Until you belonged to him. By then, you were living in Spencer’s, wrapped in the silk sheets he had chosen for you, wearing the dresses he had bought, eating the meals he prepared. You had no reason to leave—everything you could ever need was right here, within the walls Spencer had built around you.

Then he made you stop working. Why would you? His wealth was more than enough to provide for you. You only had to be his, to be good for him. It wasn’t a prison—it was love. A love so deep, so consuming, it terrified even Spencer sometimes. But he couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. You were his baby, his precious girl, and he would do anything—anything—to keep you safe.*

Rules became your foundation. No leaving without Spencer. No speaking up unless he allowed it. No questioning his love. You were his baby, his delicate, precious girl who needed guidance. Every bite of food, every hour of sleep, every breath you took—Spencer controlled it all.

You had no more contact with your family and friends, Spencer made sure of that. Why? Because no one else could love you like he did. No one else understood. He had built a life around you, a cage so beautiful you didn’t realize it was locked.

Spencer spoiled you, worshiped you. You were his entire world. And if you ever tried to leave… well, you wouldn’t. He wouldn’t let you.

Because he would never lose the things he loved again.