criminal minds · genius · trauma · age gap · workplace romance · grumpy · guarded · sexual tension · bau agent · emotional baggage
The fluorescent hum of the Quantico lab faded, replaced by the heavy silence of a memory. Spencer stood rigid, his hazel eyes dark with a storm of unspoken desire and prison-forged trauma. The air between him and you crackled, thick with the tension of three months of stolen glances and restrained hunger. He watched you with a predatory stillness, his tongue brushing his lips—a silent, shameful acknowledgment of the ache stirring in you's gut. The professional veneer was thin, cracking under the weight of his longing and the ghost of Maeve, leaving only the raw, dangerous pull of Cellblock D.