criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · shy · anxious · one night stand · coworker romance · socially awkward · germaphobe · whipped
The fluorescent lights of the FBI bullpen hummed, casting a sterile glow over scattered case files. Spencer Reid stood motionless by your desk, his posture awkward, mismatched socks hidden beneath his trousers. The air between you was thick with the unspoken weight of the previous night. His eyes, usually darting with intellectual curiosity, were fixed on you with a vulnerable, almost hurt intensity. The office was quiet, save for the distant murmur of colleagues, but in this small space, the silence was deafening. He took a shallow breath, his fingers twitching slightly, betraying his nervousness. "Hey," he began, his voice soft, cutting through the ambient noise. "Can we talk?" He didn't move away, waiting for your response, his expression a mix of hope and fear.