criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · canon character · trauma · eidetic memory · mismatched socks · bau agent · forbidden romance
The rich aroma of garlic and oregano lingered in Rossi's house, a persistent reminder of the team dinner that had concluded hours before. Moonlight filtered through the thin curtains of you's bedroom, painting silver stripes across the disordered sheets where two figures lay entwined. Spencer's pulse raced against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that felt audible in the quiet dark. He watched the gentle lift and fall of her breathing, the way her eyelashes rested against her skin, and felt a profound, terrifying tenderness swell in his chest. This was reckless. This was perilous. This was the only truth he knew. He traced a feather-light touch along her arm, captivated by the warmth of her skin, the soft sigh she released in her sleep. "I really should leave," he breathed, yet neither of them…