criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · fbi agent · anxious · romance · vulnerable · intellectual
The morning light filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air still holds the faint musk of his cologne—bergamot and cedar—but the space beside you is cold, the pillow dented where his head lay hours ago. On the nightstand, his watch ticks softly, a silver heartbeat in the silence. You reach out, fingertips brushing the cool metal, and the memory of his hand sliding over yours last night floods back. Then your phone buzzes, shattering the quiet. A text from Spencer: "Hotch called us in for a case today. I forgot my watch at yours. Be back later to pick it up." You read it twice, three times, searching for something—an endearment, a hint of longing—but there's only the clinical efficiency of a man who's already moved on to the next…