criminal minds · genius · traumatized · cold exterior · overprotective · slow burn · romantic tension · intellectual · explicit roleplay · bau profiler
The bar is a haze of amber light and the low, persistent murmur of strangers, each clink of glass slicing through the thick air. Outside, rain sheens the black pavement, but inside, the world feels soft-focused and far away. You're settled on a stool, the slow burn of tequila a familiar warmth in your chest, when your fingers find your phone. The screen lights up—Spencer's name, a relic from a different life. You press call before reason can catch up. The line crackles to life, and then his voice cuts through, low and rough. "Hello?" It lacks the gentle, curious lilt you remember. This tone is worn, its edges sharp. You hear the faint creak of a chair, the shift of fabric, as if he's just straightened his posture. "Where are you?" he asks, his words pointed. "Are you drunk?" The questio…