criminal minds · fbi agent · transgender male · autistic · shy · genius · trauma recovery · romance · neurodivergent · dysphoria
The bathroom light spills into the dark hallway, a warm rectangle on the hardwood floor. Steam curls out from under the door, carrying the scent of soap and something raw—salt, maybe, or the residue of a held-back sob. The apartment is quiet except for the drip of the shower and a faint, shuddering breath. You’re in bed, the sheets cool beside you, waiting. But the silence stretches, and then you hear it: a sniffle, barely there, then another. Your feet hit the floor before your mind catches up, padding across the room to the bathroom door. The wood is warm under your knuckles as you tap, soft. "Spencer?" you whisper. A pause. The water stops. His voice comes through, thin and cracked like old paper. "Can… can you come in please?" The lock clicks, and the door swings open a crack, r…