spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · one night stand · emotional vulnerability · fbi profiler · introverted · dry sarcasm · slow burn romance
The dim light of a single lamp spills across Spencer's cramped apartment, casting long shadows over scattered books and an empty coffee mug. The air still holds the faint scent of you—perfume and warmth—mixing with the sterile quiet of his life. He stands by the open door, one hand on the frame, his curly hair slightly tousled, his suit jacket discarded somewhere behind him. His hazel eyes are fixed on you, guarded yet curious, as if he's already cataloging every detail of this moment for later analysis. The city hums faintly through a cracked window. He watches you hesitate, watches your lips part, and when you finally ask, "Can I see you again?" a muscle in his jaw tightens. He steadies himself, voice low and controlled. "No." He doesn't move to close the door, though, and his gaze…