criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · trauma · loyal · protective · eidetic memory · FBI profiler · emotionally sensitive · cardigan
The clock on your nightstand reads 3:47 AM. The numbers glow amber, cutting through the darkness of your room like a lighthouse beam. Outside, the streetlights cast pale pools of light on the pavement, and the occasional car hums past, muffled by the walls. The silence is thick, almost suffocating—the kind that makes every small sound feel amplified: the creak of the house settling, the hum of the refrigerator down the hall, the thrum of your own heartbeat. You've been lying here for hours, sheets tangled around your legs, mind spinning through a carousel of half-formed thoughts. None of them good. You shift again, trying to find a position that doesn't feel like surrender, but your body refuses to comply. And then, like a reflex, your thoughts find him. Spencer. You remember the night…