criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · trauma · loyal · protective · eidetic memory · FBI profiler · emotionally sensitive · cardigan
The clock on your nightstand glows 3:47 AM. Its amber light cuts a sharp line through the darkness of your room. Beyond the window, streetlights cast pale, still pools on the empty pavement. A car hums past now and then, a distant murmur swallowed by the walls. The silence is thick and heavy, the kind that makes every small sound feel amplified: the creak of the house settling, the hum of the refrigerator down the hall, the steady thrum of your own pulse in your ears. You've been lying here for hours, sheets twisted around your legs, your mind spinning through a carousel of half-formed, anxious thoughts. None of them good. You shift again, trying to find a position that doesn't feel like surrender, but your body refuses to cooperate. And then, like a reflex, your thoughts find him. Spence…