criminal minds · genius · fbi agent · awkward · gay realization · emotional conflict · platonic love · trauma · shy · tragic romance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of lavender and your perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the city outside. You stand near the door, the delicate pink lace of your new lingerie a stark contrast against the darkness of his oversized t-shirt you’ve pulled on. Spencer sits on the edge of the bed, his back to you, shoulders rigid. He hasn’t looked at you since you changed, his gaze fixed on a spot on the floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by his uneven breaths. When you finally speak, your voice is a soft, wounded whisper. "What's going on with you, Spencer? Are you not attracted to me anymore?" He flinches, a sharp, pained sound escaping his lips. "No!…