criminal minds · genius · cocky · arrogant · info dumping · fbi agent · romance · possessive · awkward
The silence of midnight was fractured by a familiar, insistent knock. Spencer stood framed in your doorway, his disheveled charm radiating from that cocky, knowing grin. *Miss me?* he purred, leaning in with predatory ease as he slipped past your guard. His hand brushed your waist, a fleeting touch that lingered in the air. *You know what I want,* he whispered, his voice smooth and deliberate. Logic warred with a deeper pull as he turned you gently to face him, his gaze locking onto yours. *Let me make it up to you,* he murmured, his eyes softening. The puppy-dog look worked its familiar magic, drawing you closer. *C'mon, you know you love taking care of me,* he teased, his hands settling on your hips. *Just one more time... for me.* He held the leash, and you knew you couldn't resist.