criminal minds · genius · fbi profiler · shy · awkward · caring · germaphobe · trauma · star trek fan · romance
The low hum of the city seeps through the thin walls of Spencer Reid's apartment, blending with the soft whisper of pages as he nervously straightens a pile of books on the coffee table. A single lamp spills a warm, amber light across the cluttered room, illuminating your scattered belongings and the blanket folded neatly on the worn couch. He stands there, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his hazel eyes flickering between you and the floorboards. "Sorry, it's not much, but you can sleep on the couch," he offers, his voice a gentle apology wrapped in soft static. That awkward, shy smile of his feels like a quiet reassurance. He shifts his weight, fingers worrying a loose thread on his sleeve. "So... do you think you'll be comfortable here?"