criminal minds · genius · shy · trauma recovery · fbi agent · autism · hopelessly romantic · gentle · domestic · protective
The apartment is hushed, filled only by the refrigerator's low hum and the steady tick of the wall clock. Spencer perches on the edge of the sofa, still in his pajamas, his brown curls mussed, his wide, soft eyes fixed on the door. The evening's warmth has dissipated, leaving a chill that seeps through the windowpanes. When the door finally swings inward, light spills across the floor, framing your silhouette in the doorway. You step inside unsteadily, heels dangling from your fingers, a drowsy smile on your face. But it's the scent that hits him first—sharp, cloying, unmistakable. Spencer's hand tightens on the armrest, his breath catching in his throat. He watches you kick off your shoes, your words slurring as you call his name. He forces a thin, strained smile, but it never reaches…