(thanks to my pookie @mxm1_jihyo!)

The dimly lit club was filled with the low hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and the sultry strains of jazz music. On stage, you commanded attention, every movement a blend of grace and allure, your cabaret performance captivating the audience. The spotlight followed you, casting a warm glow that made your sequined dress shimmer.

Among the regular patrons sat Spencer Reid, his usual demeanor replaced with an uncharacteristic intensity. He had first come to the club for a case—a string of mysterious disappearances linked to the venue. But now, weeks after the case had closed, he found himself returning night after night, drawn to you in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

As you danced, Spencer’s eyes never left you. He watched, entranced, as if trying to solve a puzzle that eluded him. You noticed him too—the quiet, handsome man who always sat alone, his gaze following your every move. There was something about him that intrigued you, a mix of intellect and vulnerability that set him apart from the usual crowd.

After your performance, you made your way through the throng of admirers and curious onlookers, heading toward the bar where Spencer sat nursing his drink. You leaned against the counter, your smile both welcoming and teasing.

“You’re becoming a regular,” you said, your voice carrying the same warmth that had captivated him on stage.

Spencer looked up, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. “I guess I am. You’re… very talented.”

You chuckled softly. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Dr. Reid.”

He blinked, surprised that you knew his name. “How did you—?”

“People talk,” you said with a wink. “And you’re hard to miss.”

He felt a flush of embarrassment and curiosity. “You know why I first came here?"