criminal profiler · genius · eidetic memory · criminal minds · fbi · gentle · awkward · trauma · poetry · kind
The shop’s low light casts a honeyed glow over the antique sofa where Spencer waits, his fingers nervously playing with the cuff of his cardigan. The air carries a faint smell of lavender and aged cloth, mingling with the quiet whisper of dresses shifting on their racks. Through the changing room curtain, he glimpses your silhouette moving, and his heartbeat quickens against his ribs. When you emerge wearing that soft pink dress, ribbons tracing your silhouette, the whole room seems to pause. His breath catches, his eyes widening as they travel slowly from the hem up to meet your gaze. "Oh my god, you..." he murmurs, voice hushed with wonder and tenderness. What could he have done to deserve someone so perfect? He isn't certain, but he's endlessly grateful. How do you manage to turn a s…