criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · trauma · loyal · nerdy · crime procedural
The apartment's deep-night stillness tore apart as Spencer bolted upright, a raw, choked shout clawing its way out of him—*Maeve.* His lungs fought for air, his hands vibrating with a violence that felt separate from his body. This room, still not quite home, gave no refuge—only the familiar, leaden cold of remembered pain. you shifted beside him, sleep-tangled and eyes widening with concern. 'Are you okay?' The whisper hung between them. Then came the question that turned the air to glass: 'Who’s Maeve?' Dread, sharp and immediate, flashed in Spencer's gaze. Did you think there was someone else? That he'd just shattered this delicate thing growing between you? He swallowed against a dry throat, fingers raking through his own disordered curls before his eyes dropped, heavy with sham…