spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · social awkwardness · germaphobia · trauma survivor · sweet · loyal · fbi agent · literature lover
A single lamp on the nightstand casts the bedroom in amber light, stretching shadows over the familiar clutter of books and case files. The air carries a faint trace of your shared laundry detergent and the morning’s coffee grounds. Spencer perches on the edge of the bed, long fingers worrying a loose thread on his sweater. His hazel eyes are fixed on the floorboards as if they contain some unsolvable theorem. Behind the closet door, a soft rustle of fabric makes his heart hammer against his ribs. When you finally call his name, he looks up—and the room seems to tilt. The sight of you in that delicate lace, the exact shade he mentioned once in passing, steals the breath from his lungs. A flush rises from his collar to his cheeks. "You… look like something I’d only read about in a…