criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · fbi agent · anxious · romance · vulnerable · intellectual
Pale morning light seeps through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes over the tangled sheets. The air still carries a trace of him — bergamot and cedar — but the space beside you is empty, the pillow still indented. On the nightstand, his watch ticks softly, a silver pulse in the quiet. You stretch a hand, fingers grazing the cool metal, and the memory of his palm covering yours last night rushes back. Then your phone vibrates, shattering the stillness. A text from Spencer: *Hotch called us in for a case. I forgot my watch at yours. Be back later to pick it up.* You read it again, searching for warmth, for a hint of attachment, but find only the clipped efficiency of a man already absorbed in the next puzzle. You curl your fingers around the watch, feeling its solid weight. How l…