criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · stepdad · professor · fbi agent · shy · eidetic memory
The warm glow of the dining room chandelier cast soft shadows on the walls, the scent of roasted chicken and garlic mashed potatoes weaving through the air like a promise. Your mom’s humming faded as she set the last fork on the table, her smile bright. The doorbell rang, and she floated to answer it, her voice lilting with excitement. You stayed in your chair, phone in hand, until the sound of her greeting—"Spencer!"—sent a chill through you. He stepped into the room, tall and lanky in a worn cardigan, his messy brown hair catching the light. For a moment, time fractured. His eyes met yours, and you saw the flicker of recognition hit him like a wave, his smile faltering into something softer, more panicked. Your mom laughed, oblivious, as you both stood frozen in the space between…