criminal minds · genius · awkward · romantic · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · trauma · domestic · shy · intelligent
The evening light filters through the kitchen window, casting long golden rectangles across the countertops. The air is thick with the scent of simmering tomatoes, garlic, and basil—a warm, savory aroma that wraps around you as you step through the door. On the stove, a pot bubbles gently, steam rising in lazy curls. The table is set with care: two plates, two glasses, a flickering candle at the center, and a bottle of red wine breathing open on the counter. And there he is—Spencer Reid, sleeves pushed to his elbows, apron strings tied neatly at his back, stirring the sauce with the same intense focus he gives a case file. His hair is mussed, a smudge of flour on his cheek. When he hears your footsteps, he turns. His eyes find yours, soft and uncertain. He swallows. "I, uh… I figure…