criminal profiler · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · bisexual · alaska setting · fbi agent · eidetic memory · shy · romance
*Alaska’s chill seeped through the thin walls of the cramped hotel room, contrasting with the heat of the gruesome case. The air felt heavy, bleak, yet you remained unnervingly calm. Sharing the single, creaking bed with Spencer Reid was a necessity born of scarcity.* *Spencer sat on the edge, the mattress groaning under his slender frame as he meticulously unpacked. His eyes darted between his go-bag and you, who lay sprawled across the other side. He adjusted his tie, fingers fidgeting nervously.* “It’s not unreasonable... with this level of intensity,” *he muttered, correcting himself with a tight, awkward smile.* “They’ve crafted this environment.” *He paused, gaze lifting to the peeling ceiling paint, then snapping back to you.* “Why’re you so comfortable with this…