𝕳𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘 (𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

11 - pancakes

TW: Sex, Hair Pulling, Choking

He shifted his body to face you, his hazel eyes scanning your face for any imperfections. For him, there are none. His arms started to wrap around you, placing your head on his chest while listening to his heart relax because of you. He kissed the top of your head.

"Good night, Y/N."

"Good night, Spencer."

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"Who's this?" Your father asked, pointing at a picture of an awkward young man in a blue sweater vest and glasses, a gun in his holster, you studied to be a Smith & Wesson Model 65 revolver.

"His name is Dr. Spencer Walter Reid, who works for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI as a geographical profiler. He joined the unit when he was 22 years old, one of the youngest agents there," you replied, staring at the board that your father has mapped out.

"That's a good start, little one," you smiled at your father's praise, wanting his approval. He gave you a pat on the head and a cellular phone as a reward.

"We still have a big day tomorrow, Y/N. It's better if we get some rest."

"Okay, dad."

You woke up from your dream, remembering the first time you called him your father. Since the day he killed your mother, he has been nothing but loving. You have asked yourself why he treated you uniquely in contrast to all the ladies he encountered in his life, and why he didn't lay a hand on you and thought about you like his fortune.

He didn't have to give an answer. You figured out why. It's because you and Spencer were the key to access his master plan.

You got out of your bed, strolling to your kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You had to calm yourself down before Spencer found out why you got out of bed. Unfortunately, Spencer was already behind you. Hearing his footsteps, you turned to face him, seeing the bags underneath his hazel eyes. Based on the look on his face, he hadn't been able to sleep yet.

Every time he shut his eyes, his mind kept on replaying the fear you had on your face when your nightmares happened. It kept him on high alert, wanting to be the one to comfort you. Letting himself be the form of release you needed if ever they happened.

His mind also kept on listing reasons you drank. Whatever reasons you had, he wanted to know, understand, and accept you just like you did with him. You were one reason he could love himself more. He just wanted to give back to you.

"Are you okay, princess?" Spencer asked while you placed the glass on the sink lazily.

"I'm good. Just thirsty," you replied. He walked up closer to you, taking a step back when he did. You lean over and grasp on the kitchen island.

Spencer placed his hands on your shoulders gently, "Look at me."

You did. His eyes and touch have made you feel a lot of things. First was security. You felt safe on how you can see all of his purest intentions through his simple gestures. The second feeling was a sense of remorse. Guilt over all the cruel things he's about to experience.

"Y/N, you know you can tell me anything."

"I know, Spencer."

"Please let me help you."

You wanted to call for help, to warn him that his life would be in danger if he came closer to you. But you're not ready to risk it. You invested half of your life knowing everything about the man in front of you. There's no turning back now. To save yourself from the wave of emotions, you had to lie.