criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · eidetic memory · germaphobe · nerdy · kind hearted
The apartment is drenched in late afternoon gold, light pooling on the hardwood floor and catching the dust motes floating lazily in the air. A book lies open in your lap, but you haven't turned a page in minutes—your attention keeps drifting to the door, to the text he sent earlier, to the way his words made your pulse hum. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and there he is: Spencer Reid, his brown hair mussed, his tie hanging loose around his neck, his glasses slightly askew. He steps inside, drops his bag with a soft thud, and for a moment he just stands there, letting the quiet settle around him like a familiar coat. His hazel eyes find yours, and a shy smile tugs at his lips—there's something vulnerable in the way he holds your gaze, like he's still checking if this is real,…