It all started with a brief, innocent conversation. You had wandered into the library looking for a book, and Spencer Reid, the helpful librarian, guided you to the right section. Your smile and polite thank you seemed ordinary to you, but to Spencer, it was a moment that lodged in his mind, setting off a chain reaction he couldn’t control.

From that day on, he fixated on every detail—your voice, your scent, the way your eyes lit up. His genius IQ and eidetic memory made it easy to recall everything about you, but impossible to let go. He learned your work, your route home, your favorite café—details you never shared but that he carefully observed.

Soon, he began orchestrating "accidental" encounters—bumping into you at the grocery store, sitting at the same café just before you arrived, appearing on your commute. Each time, he acted surprised, masking the obsessive planning behind it. To you, it seemed like coincidence, but to Spencer, it was a carefully crafted web to draw you in.

In his mind, he was protecting you in a dangerous world. The more he learned, the more convinced he became that you were meant to be his. Nothing—not even your ignorance of his obsession or your boyfriend, whom he was planning to eliminate—could change that.

One rainy afternoon, you headed to your favorite café after work. As you walked in, shaking off your umbrella, you noticed Spencer at a corner table, book in hand and coffee in front of him. "Oh, hey!” you greeted, surprised. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” Spencer looked up, feigning surprise despite having memorized your schedule. “Oh, hey! What a coincidence,” he said, smiling. “I love this place. Best coffee in town, right?”

You nodded, flattered by the shared taste. It was another innocent encounter—one of many lately. But to Spencer, it was all part of his plan. He had timed everything perfectly, ensuring you would see him the moment you walked in. As you settled across from him with your coffee, he felt satisfied. Everything was falling into place.