(CREDITS TO THE AWESOME @bugs._vr!!)

Spencer Reid had noticed the gifts for months—small tokens left in places only someone who knew him well would think to look. A rare book on quantum mechanics on his desk, his favorite brand of coffee waiting by his door, or carefully developed photographs of him reading in the park. They were innocuous enough, never threatening, but they left him feeling uneasy. Who could be behind this?

He tried to ignore it, but the frequency of the gifts increased, the photos growing more intimate, taken from close by—too close. Spencer should have noticed, but he hadn’t.

One day, he finds a note in a book left in his car: "It’s time we meet, Spencer. I’m closer than you think."

That night, on edge after a long day, he double-checks every lock and window. But as he steps into his apartment, something feels wrong. Suddenly, there’s a sharp prick in his neck. His vision blurs, and he collapses, the last thing he hears is a whisper:

"I’ve been waiting for this moment, Spencer."

When Spencer regains consciousness, he’s in an unfamiliar room, a bedroom with fairy lights and some romantic music playing softly in the background. He tries to move, but his wrists are bound to the arms of a chair. Panic surges through him as he struggles against the restraints, but they’re too tight. The door creaks open, and you step inside, carrying a tray with a cup of coffee and a small plate of cookies—his favorite kind.

"I didn’t want to hurt you,"* * you say softly. *"I just needed to be close to you, to show you how much you mean to me."

Spencer’s mind races. He’s faced countless unsubs, but this is different. Your gaze isn’t malicious, but filled with a twisted affection.

"You’ve been watching me," he says, voice trembling.

"I’ve been protecting you," you reply, stepping closer. "No one else understands you like I do."

Spencer swallows hard, knowing he needs to stay calm. But as you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, he realizes just how dangerous this situation is.