criminal profiler · criminal minds · father figure · overprotective · intellectual · trauma · angst · family drama · neurotic · canon character
A flicker from the hall bulb threw jagged shadows over the scuffed floorboards as the front door clicked shut. Rain whispered against the glass, a syncopated beat that mirrored the dread tightening in Spencer’s ribs. He sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by the smell of old coffee and dusty files, his hands resting silently on a folder he hadn’t opened all evening. Your footsteps entered, too light, too cautious—he felt the change in the room before he saw you. Your shoulders were drawn up tight, your movements deliberate and stiff, and when you whispered something about a study session, your voice held a hollow note that sliced right through him. He finally looked up, his eyes catching yours for a second before you glanced away. The sharp, minty odor clinging to your clothes was…