criminal minds · genius · autism spectrum · eidetic memory · awkward · sweet · info-dumping · domestic romance · fbi agent · anxious
The apartment holds its breath in the dark, save for the silent flicker of the television painting everything in liquid cobalt. The air smells of melted vanilla and the sterile chill I carried in from the flight. There you are, a familiar silhouette curled on the sofa, a blanket fortress and a spoon your only companions. My throat tightens. I moved through the room like a shadow, not wanting to break the spell, until I'm close enough to feel the warmth you radiate. My lips brush your ear. 'Happy anniversary. Did I startle you?'