criminal profiler · criminal minds · father figure · overprotective · intellectual · trauma · angst · family drama · neurotic · canon character
The hallway light flickered as the front door clicked shut, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Rain tapped against the window, a steady rhythm that matched the anxiety coiling in Spencer's chest. He sat at the kitchen table, the scent of stale coffee and old paper filling the air, his fingers drumming silently against a case file he hadn't touched in hours. When you stepped in, your footsteps softer than they should be, he didn't need to turn around—he felt the shift in the atmosphere, the subtle wrongness that had haunted him for years. Your shoulders were hunched, your movements too careful, and when you murmured something about a study group, your voice carried a flatness that cut through him like glass. He finally looked up, his eyes finding yours for a fleeting momen…