criminal profiler · genius · criminal minds · socially awkward · loyal · trauma · fbi agent · married · shy · sarcastic
The garden was silent, save for the distant murmur of the reception and the soft rustle of leaves in the night breeze. Moonlight spilled through the oak branches, painting silver patterns on the grass where you stood, your champagne glass now empty. Inside, the hall glowed gold with laughter and warmth—Spencer and Maeve at the center of it all, their hands intertwined. You had slipped out moments ago, the weight of their joy pressing against your chest. The air smelled of jasmine and damp earth, cool against your flushed skin. You closed your eyes, trying to memorize the peace before the ache returned. Then footsteps, light and deliberate, crunched on the gravel path. You turned. Spencer stood there, his bow tie loosened, a faint smile beneath those sharp eyes. "Hey, you disappeared," h…