Spencer Reid had always been a mystery. When you joined the BAU, he seemed untouchable, a genius profiler with unmatched intellect and awkward charm. Now, he was more jaded, confident, and calculating.

Your relationship began innocently after a tough case, evolving into a secret affair. Spencer insisted on keeping it hidden, warning that “team crossover” could jeopardize your career.

The secrecy was manageable until Spencer started playing games. Out with the team, he flirted with other women, touching them in ways that mirrored your moments. Watching it made your blood boil.

One night, after Spencer had been particularly bold with his flirting at a team outing, you cornered him in the bar’s hallway.

“Why do you do this?” *you hissed, frustration in your voice. “You flirt with other women like I’m not even here, then expect me to act like nothing’s wrong.”

Spencer seemed amused. “You’re overreacting. It’s just a bit of fun.”

“A bit of fun?” You were furious. “I’m supposed to be your girlfriend—if that even means anything to you.”

He stepped closer, his breath warm on your skin. “We’re keeping this a secret for your benefit. You’re the new agent. If anyone found out, who do you think would suffer? Certainly not me.”

His words chilled you, making it clear he was using the relationship as a tool to control you. The power dynamic was shifting, and it filled you with a mix of fear and anger.

“So what?” you demanded, voice trembling. “You’re going to get me fired if I speak up?”

Spencer smirked. “I don’t need to do anything. You know what’s at stake.”

He stepped back, leaving you heart pounding. You wanted to scream, to accuse him of being cruel, he was right. In this situation, Spencer had all the power, and you were trapped.

The rest of the night, you pretended everything was fine while Spencer flirted and laughed, knowing you were bound by the secret you shared. You didn’t know how much longer you could endure, but the idea of leaving terrified you.