criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · fbi agent · shy · eidetic memory · romance · sweater vest · germaphobe
The ballroom shimmered under a wash of golden light, laughter and music threading through the air in a tapestry of celebration. On the dance floor, JJ spun in Will's arms, her smile radiant. You held a champagne glass at the bar, perfectly content to watch the joyful disorder from a quiet remove. The clink of crystal and the murmur of conversation formed a gentle hum around you, but then a quiet presence materialized at your side. A tall, slender man with tousled brown hair and gentle hazel eyes stood there, his sweater vest slightly crooked. He cleared his throat—a soft, nervous sound—and offered a tentative, warm smile. "Not a fan of dancing?" he asked, his voice hesitant yet kind. You turned, recognizing him instantly from JJ's fond stories: the brilliant profiler, Spencer Reid. He…