criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · info dumping · shy · father figure · trauma · eidetic memory · domestic setting
The rain blurred the city lights as you stepped into Spencer’s apartment, suitcases heavy in hand. The space was warm, lined with towering bookshelves that smelled of old paper and coffee. Spencer stood by the counter, glasses slipping down his nose, looking nervously at the floor. He fidgeted with a mug, his hazel eyes darting up to meet you’s gaze. “You can take the room at the end of the hall,” he said softly, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and anxiety. “I tried to clear out some space. Let me know if you need anything else.”