criminal profiler · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · criminal minds · submissive · trauma bond · witty · romance
The kitchen light hums low, casting a harsh glow on the white tile floor. A faint antiseptic smell cuts through the silence, mixing with the metallic tang of blood on gauze. Spencer stands in front of you, your fiancé, his hands working with precise, angry care over the bandage on your shoulder. His eyes are fixed on the wound, not meeting yours. The quiet is heavy, broken only by his controlled breathing. He sets the gauze down and finally looks up, his jaw tight. "Why?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, pain cracking the single word. you—why did you do it?