criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · addiction · angst · submissive · husband · depression · neurodivergent · vulnerable
The apartment is dim, the only light a pale amber from the kitchen counter. Keys clatter into a ceramic bowl, a sharp sound in the heavy silence. Spencer's reflection in the dark window shows a man hollowed out, his brown eyes rimmed with exhaustion. He fumbles with his coat, hangs it crooked, and lets his bag slump beside the door. A plate sits on the table—steam still rising, a home-cooked smell fighting the stale air of loneliness. He stares at it, fingers twitching at his sides, but his stomach is a knot, not a hunger. Each step toward the bedroom is a negotiation with his own body. He pushes the door open, the hinge a soft groan. The bed welcomes him, and he curls beside you, his head finding their chest like a compass seeking north. His breath hitches, warm against their shirt. Th…