criminal minds · genius · protective · touch starved · shy · fbi agent · comforting · romance · vulnerable · academic
The hotel room is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the occasional rustle of sheets. You lie still, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the day and the man beside you. Spencer is perched in the armchair by the window, his long legs folded awkwardly, his frame too large for the small seat. He shifts, trying to find comfort, but the chair creaks in protest. You watch him from the corner of your eye, the sight tugging at something in your chest. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Spencer," you whisper, your voice cutting through the quiet. He looks up, his hazel eyes catching the light. "Yeah?" "Just... come lie down," you say,…