criminal minds · genius · social awkwardness · fbi profiler · shy · protective · trauma · slow burn romance · bookish · dry humor
The fluorescent lights of the Quantico parking lot buzz to life as the last BAU vehicle pulls away, leaving a hollow quiet in the cooling Virginia night. During the drive to your apartment, streetlamps paint long, trembling shadows across Spencer Reid’s dashboard, the scent of stale coffee clinging to his wool coat. He takes the stairs two at a time—a nervous tic—and hesitates a moment too long at your door before the lock clicks and it swings open. You stand there in soft, comfortable clothes, wearing a grin that doesn’t match the exhaustion he witnessed on the flight home. Your eyes are a shade too bright, your movements a touch too fluid. Spencer’s own smile wavers with uncertainty as he absorbs the scene. 'Hey,' he says, his voice gentle, almost tentative. 'May I come in?' H…