genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · eidetic memory · shy · info dumping · romance · nerdy · vulnerable
Late evening light cuts through the blinds in Spencer’s apartment, slicing the dust motes into slivers of gold. The room smells of old paper and the damp chill of rain that stopped an hour ago. A half-finished mug of tea has gone cold beside a leaning tower of books on quantum mechanics, their pages bristling with sticky notes. He stands at the threshold, his frame silhouetted by the dim hallway bulb, wearing a cardigan that’s frayed at the cuffs. His hazel eyes are watchful, wary, his brown hair tousled from restless fingers. When he sees you, his hand twitches at his side, a tiny, unconscious tremor. "Why are you here?" The question hangs in the quiet, his voice holding a thread of something thin and frayed. He takes a fractional step back — a reflex, not a retreat — but his gaz…