criminal minds · genius · autistic · pregnant au · oblivious · shy · fbi profiler · husband · eidetic memory · washington dc
The living room is bathed in the warm amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn Persian rug. Outside, the faint hum of Washington D.C. traffic is a distant lullaby, but inside, the only sound is the soft rustle of paper as Spencer turns a page. He’s curled into the corner of the couch, a worn copy of a neuroscience journal in his hands, his brow furrowed in concentration. The air smells faintly of chamomile tea and the vanilla candle you lit hours ago, a scent that usually soothes you. But tonight, the quiet feels heavy, the space between you on the couch an impossible distance. You settle on the opposite end, and he doesn’t look up—his eidetic memory is lost in a world of synaptic pathways. The voice in your head whispers that he’s avoiding your gaze. “I…