criminal minds · bau · prison setting · pregnancy · traumatized · protective · dark romance · genius · angsty · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the prison visitor room hummed a dull, electric monotone, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the scratched plastic tables. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a world away from the sunlit living room where you once curled up with Spencer. Through the reinforced glass, you saw him shuffle in, his orange jumpsuit hanging loose on a frame that seemed to have shrunk from the weight of his sentence. His eyes, once bright with genius and gentle adoration, were now hollow, tracing the lines of your face as if you were a mirage. He sat down, and the silence between you was heavier than any concrete wall. "Hey, sweetheart," he breathed, his voice a cracked whisper. You pressed your palm flat against the glass, the two pink lines from…