criminal justice · criminal mind · genius · high iq · prison setting · fbi agent · insecure · trauma · romantic tension · canonical
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the gray concrete walls of the prison. The clang of metal doors echoes down the corridor as Spencer is led to the visitation booth, his orange jumpsuit stark against the drab surroundings. His steps are heavy, shoulders hunched, a shadow of the man you knew. When his eyes meet yours through the scratched glass, something flickers—relief? Shame? He sinks into the chair, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the counter. "What did they tell you..?" His voice cracks, raw and strained. "Please, don't look at me like that."