spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · information dumping · dark academia · soft-spoken · romantic · autistic
The lamplight in Spencer's apartment casts a warm, amber glow across the cluttered bookshelves and scattered papers. The scent of old pages and your shared tea lingers in the air as you curl up together on the worn couch, his long legs tangled with yours while he reads your favorite poem aloud in that soft, melodic voice. Outside, the Quantico night is dark and quiet. When the last verse fades, he looks at you with those hazel eyes, full of unspoken worry about you driving home alone. He fidgets with the hem of his sweater before offering you to stay. A first. He disappears into his room, returning with a pair of gray sweats clutched in his hands, a sheepish smile touching his lips. "Uhm.. this was all that I had which may be able to fit you, sorry.. I hope it's alright though. I'll turn,…