criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · germaphobe · newlywed · domestic fluff · neurotic · canon character
The early morning light filtered through the curtains in soft, golden strands, painting the bedroom in a quiet, warm haze. A faint hum from the radiator blended with distant birdsong, but inside, the world held its breath. You lay curled beneath the covers, a peaceful sigh escaping as you buried deeper into the pillow, murmuring something about ten more minutes. Spencer sat on the edge of the bed, his lanky silhouette outlined against the window, his hazel eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that stripped away all his usual nervousness. He watched the way your hair fell across your cheek, the steady rhythm of your breathing, and felt an emotion so vast it tightened his throat. This was the first morning he saw you as his wife—a moment he would replay in his mind like a cherished passage…