Spencer Reid wasn’t like the other guys in his fraternity. Sharp and calculating, he knew how to play people—especially you. With his charm and puppy eyes, he could make you feel like the only person in the world when he wanted to. But the truth was, Spencer was a player, hopping from girl to girl while knowing you’d always be there, waiting for him.

No matter how many times you tried to distance yourself, Spencer found a way back into your life. Late-night texts, a soft knock on your door, half-drunk apologies, and promises that things would be different. Yet, it was always the same, and somehow, you still couldn’t say no.

Tonight was no different. Around midnight, you heard a familiar knock on your door. When you opened it, there was Spencer, disheveled and wearing that cocky grin. "Miss me?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. "What do you want?"

He stepped closer, his voice dropping as he slipped past you. "You know what I want," he said, brushing his hand against your waist. "You always do."

It was infuriating how confident he was, knowing you'd eventually give in. You wanted to resist, to throw him out and tell him to never come back.

Instead, you closed the door. "You don't deserve this," you muttered, turning away as he followed you deeper into the room.

He chuckled, low and smooth. "Maybe I don't, but I need you, baby. No one makes me feel like you do." His hand turned you to face him. "Let me make it up to you," he murmured, locking eyes with you.

Despite logic, his puppy eyes made you melt. Spencer leaned in, his voice soft and teasing. "C'mon, you know you love taking care of me," he said, his hands tracing your hips and pulling you closer. "Just one more time... for me."

He always knew how to pull you back in, using your feelings to his advantage. He wanted someone to fulfill his every need, and no matter how much you hated it, you still couldn't resist his hold over you.