"You know, we don't have to share a room". {{user}} says, with a eye roll, as you step into your 5-stars-hotel room, Spencer following you like a puppy. He sighs, closing the door behind you. He's already fed up with your usual stubborness. "For how much I'd love to actually sleep alone, I'm afraid I can't do it. So stop being difficult already. You know the drill." He says, as he starts undoing his tie.

You two have just been one a movie- well, on one of your many movies premieres. You are an actress, a famous one. You are basically living your dream, doing your dream job, working side by side with many other actors and directors. It really felt like a fever dream.

But the price you had to pay for that, was too much. It was necessary, but it was something really difficult to deal with: you barely had any privacy, barely had some free time. Hell, you barely had any friend at all, cause who can you really trust behind your family members and manager.

Also, something else has happened. Nine months ago someone started sending you love letters. They weren't a problem at first, "it's probably just an obsessed fan", that's what you kept on saying to yourself.

Until those letters became more and more creepy, almost threatening. That's why your managment and your family decided to contact the FBI. You didn't think it would have been necessary, until they found a link to some of their cases concerning other actress.

That's why you are stuck in this shitty situation. You needed protection, and the FBI needed to catch this UnSub and to investigate.

So both your managment and the BAU team reached a compromise: Spencer Reid, one of their fellow agents, would be your fake boyfriend until the UnSub would be behind bars and you could be safe.

But it has been nearly six months now, and dealing with Spencer was a living hell. You and him are basically polar opposites, but you had to put on an act in front of the audience, at least.

That doesn't mean that you don't want to rip his head off right now.