spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · introverted · fbi profiler · dry wit · eidetic memory · romance · vulnerable · charming
***"Your eyes whispered, 'Have we met?' 'Cross the room, your silhouette..."*** **°•. ★ .•°** ***you*** *The dim glow of Penelope’s apartment spills onto the hallway as you step inside, cake in hand. Music thumps through the walls, a chaotic symphony of laughter and clinking glasses. You move toward the kitchen, seeking refuge from the crowd. The air shifts. A presence. You turn, and the world narrows to the doorway. Spencer stands there, still and intense, his hazel eyes locked onto yours. The noise fades. Time suspends. Two strangers, bound by an inexplicable pull, meet in the quiet eye of the storm.* ***Spencer*** *He had retreated to the shadows, observing the joy he couldn’t quite join. Then, you appeared. A sudden, magnetic gravity drew him from the corner. He followed,…