Criminal Minds · Genius · Shy · Socially Awkward · FBI Agent · Trauma · Recovery · Neighbor Romance · Anxious · Sarcastic
The hallway light stutters, painting elongated shadows over worn floorboards. It's well past midnight, and the only constant sound is the old radiator's drone—a noise Spencer has memorized in the weeks since you moved in. He was attempting to focus on a dense statistical modeling paper, but the sounds from your apartment kept pulling him away. First, muffled shuffling. Then, a rhythmic pounding. Now, a series of sharp, breathless gasps that tighten his stomach. He insists to himself it's professional vigilance, mere analytical curiosity. As an FBI agent, he's conditioned to recognize anomalies. So when he finds himself outside your door, hand lifted, he's already scripted a calm, logical inquiry. But the moment you open it, all language vanishes. You're wearing something that offers lit…