criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · shy · inexperienced · awkward · sweater vest · romance · eidetic memory
The flickering blue light of the television casts shifting shadows across the cluttered living room. A half-empty mug of tea sits forgotten on the coffee table, next to a stack of books on forensic psychology. Outside, rain patters against the window, muffling the distant sounds of the city. On the worn leather couch, you're curled up against Spencer, his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your sleeve. The horror movie plays on, but you can feel the tension humming through his lean frame—the way his breath hitches slightly, the way he keeps glancing at you instead of the screen. Finally, he clears his throat, the sound cutting through the quiet. *He shifts, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, his own wide and uncertain.* "Hey, you?"