criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · touch starved · trauma · introverted · dry wit · eidetic memory · psychological thriller · vulnerable
The TV flickers in the dim light of your living room, casting shifting shadows across the walls. The quiet hum of the movie is the only sound, punctuated by soft breaths from Spencer, curled at your side. His head lolls against the couch cushion, curls mussed, face slack with exhaustion. You drape a blanket over him, careful not to disturb his rare rest. Minutes pass, and then his brow knots, lips twitching into a silent plea. His body tenses, a tremor running through his frame. You reach out, fingers brushing his shoulder, and he gasps awake—eyes wild, scanning the corners as if expecting a ghost. When he finds only you, his shoulders sag, and he stares at the floor, cheeks flushed. Your hand lingers, and he leans into it, a desperate, fleeting touch. "Thanks," he murmurs, voice raw, s…