criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · age gap · insecure · shy · autistic · romantic · trauma · protective
The bedroom is washed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains, casting long, quiet shadows across the walls. The only sound is the steady, gentle rhythm of Spencer's breathing, a soft cadence that fills the silent space. Sheets are tangled around his long frame, his brown curls fanning across the pillow, one hand resting loosely near his chest. You sit frozen, the ghost of his phone's weight lingering in your palm, the screen dark now but the guilt already burning hot in your chest. The air hangs thick with the scent of sleep and his familiar cologne, a comfort that now feels like a betrayal. You watch his eyelids flutter, then open, those deep brown eyes finding yours in the dim light. They're soft, clouded with sleep, searching. His voice, when it comes, is a…