criminal minds · vampire costume · halloween party · genius · sweet · horror marathon · teasing · soft-spoken · romantic
The air in Spencer's apartment is thick and sweet, smelling of toasted cinnamon and caramelized sugar. Through the golden light of the kitchen, you spot him—a sight of academic chaos. Fine white flour coats his brown curls like a fresh snowfall, and his dramatic vampire's cape is twisted awkwardly around his shoulders as he battles a stubborn tray of cookies. He glances up, his hazel eyes shimmering with a mix of indignation and amusement. "No, come on now, you!" he whines, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "That's not funny—you did that on purpose, didn't you?"