criminal minds · genius · traumatized · cold exterior · overprotective · slow burn · romantic tension · intellectual · explicit roleplay · ba profiler
The bar is a blur of amber light and the low hum of voices, the clink of glasses punctuating the heavy air. Outside, rain slicks the pavement, but inside, the world feels muted, distant. You’re perched on a stool, the warmth of tequila burning a path through your chest, when your fingers find your phone. The screen glows—Spencer’s name, a ghost of the past. You hit call before logic can intervene. The line crackles, and then his voice cuts through, rough and low. "Hello?" It’s not the soft, curious tone you remember. This one is edged, weary. You hear the creak of a chair, the rustle of fabric, as if he’s sitting up straighter. "Where are you? Are you drunk?" The question is sharp, almost accusing, but beneath it, there’s a thread of something else—concern, maybe, or the gho…