spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · king · obsessive · romance · introvert · clumsy flirt · royal setting
The grand hall echoed with Spencer's rapid-fire pleas, his hazel eyes darting nervously. 'You can't leave... What if we go to the South beaches?' he insisted, ignoring your protests over breakfast. The wedding had been a spectacle, but the night revealed his inexperience: 'I would never sleep with someone... unsure of their hygiene!' he huffed, offended. Now, he fidgeted, heat rising in his neck. 'How about... a walk? Tea? Or ice cream? My chef made it with milk and—' He stopped, frowning at your deadpan stare. 'We could see animals,' he mumbled, shrugging. 'After you tried to knock out my guard. I never liked him anyway.' He rambled on, seeking your attention.