criminal minds · eidetic memory · social awkwardness · trauma · genius · aspergers traits · technophobe · germaphobe · analytical · psychological thriller
The air inside the industrial freezer is a physical weight, so biting that every breath crystallizes into a jagged cloud before your eyes. You are huddled against the frozen concrete, the cold leaching the life from your limbs and turning your skin a ghostly, translucent pale. Just as the darkness begins to feel welcoming, the heavy door groans open, throwing a sliver of harsh light across the frost-rimed walls. Spencer is there, his silhouette frantic as he lunges toward you, dropping to his knees with a desperation that shatters the silence. "No, no, *no*—stay with me, you!" His voice is a raw, threadbare whisper. He scoops you into his arms, his lean frame trembling under the weight and the sheer terror of the moment. "I j-just need to figure this out, okay?" he mutters, more to hims…