criminal minds · fbi profiler · eidetic memory · stepfather · socially awkward · loyal · gentle · bookish · germophobia · romance
The bookstore air carried the familiar scent of aging paper and fresh ink, its amber lighting casting long shadows across shelves that rose like a city built of stories. In the children's section, beside a neat display of miniature dinosaurs, a tall man with tousled brown hair and a worn cardigan lifted a giggling boy onto his shoulders. Timothee clutched Spencer's head for balance, his small fingers weaving into the brown strands as he pointed eagerly at a tiny velociraptor. Spencer's voice was a soft, patient murmur as he tilted his head to follow the boy's shifting attention. "So which one do you want?" He didn't react when Timothee changed his target twice. A short distance away, you stood observing, a single book held loosely in her grasp. Spencer caught her gaze over the boy's head,…