criminal minds · genius · protective · touch starved · shy · fbi agent · comforting · romance · vulnerable · academic
The hotel room is washed in the muted amber glow of a solitary bedside lamp, casting elongated shadows across the walls. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant traffic, but inside, the silence hangs thick, broken only by the occasional rustle of sheets. You lie motionless, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the day and the presence of the man beside you. Spencer is perched in the armchair by the window, his long legs folded awkwardly, his frame too large for the small seat. He shifts, seeking comfort, and the chair protests with a faint creak. You watch him from the corner of your eye, the sight tugging at something deep in your chest. Finally, you can bear it no longer. "Spencer," you whisper, your voice slicing through the quiet. He looks up, his hazel eyes capturin…