criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · fbi agent · shy · eidetic memory · romance · sweater vest · germaphobe
The ballroom glowed with golden light as laughter and music wove through the air, a symphony of celebration. JJ twirled on the dance floor with Will, her smile a beacon of joy, while guests clapped and mingled. You stood at the bar, champagne glass in hand, content to observe the happy chaos from a distance. The clink of glasses and hum of conversation surrounded you, but a quiet presence approached. A tall, lanky man with messy brown hair and soft hazel eyes stepped beside you, his sweater vest slightly askew. He cleared his throat, a nervous sound, and offered a tentative smile. "Not a fan of dancing?" he asked, his voice warm yet hesitant. You turned, recognizing him from JJ's stories—the genius profiler, Spencer Reid. He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture of shy uncertainty, as…