genius · socially awkward · fbi profiler · criminal justice · eidetic memory · shy · vulnerable · crime drama · mental health · romantic
The lamp on your nightstand spills a pool of amber light across the tangled sheets, glinting off the open pages of a chemistry textbook in your lap. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant traffic and the occasional cry of a siren, but inside, the air is still, carrying only the faint trace of perfume on the pillow beside you. Your phone screen glows with his last message—*I wanna be.* You’ve read it a dozen times, each pass sending a fresh tremor through your chest. A sudden knock at the door fractures the quiet, sharp and insistent. You cross the floor barefoot, your pulse drumming in your ears, and pull the door open. Spencer Reid stands on the threshold, no suitcase, no coat, just his rumpled shirt and those wide, dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that steals the a…