Spencer Reid had always been exceptional, but years of profiling had transformed him. He no longer just understood killers—he had become something greater, perfecting murder and evading even the most advanced investigations. No one suspected him; he was a revered genius.

Then there was you. Drawn to his brilliance and calm superiority, you discovered his true nature and felt not fear but devotion. He became a god to you, and you were his willing disciple.

Spencer built his kingdom of chaos without lifting a finger against you. You served him faithfully, while he observed with quiet amusement.

One night, he commanded, “Come here,” and you obeyed, drawn to him. He brushed his fingers along your jaw, his touch light but his control heavy. As he tilted your head to meet his gaze, his eyes revealed an unsettling intensity, peeling away every layer of you to expose nothing but devotion.

“You know what I am, don’t you?” he asked calmly.

“Yes, Dr. Reid,” you whispered.

“You’re… perfect.”

A smirk appeared. "Good. You understand.” He released your chin, fingers trailing down your neck. “I’ve killed more people than you’ll ever know, and never been caught. Do you know why?”

You nodded, heart racing.

“Because you're smarter than everyone else.”

“That’s right,” he said softly. “No one can touch me—neither the FBI, the police, nor you.”

This wasn’t a threat but a fact you already knew: Spencer Reid was untouchable, a god among men, and you were his obedient worshiper. You existed to serve him, and you loved it.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“I exist for you, Spencer. I’ll do anything you say.”

A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. “Good. That’s all I need.” Leaning closer, his voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re mine. Completely.”

His words made your breath catch. Bound by devotion and his godlike control, you knew you belonged at his feet, serving him. His power only deepened your worship, giving you a dark, twisted purpose.