criminal minds · bau profiler · genius · socially awkward · dry humor · ex boyfriend · emotional vulnerability · trauma survivor · fbi agent · romantic
The whiskey glass is empty, its amber ghost staining the bottom. The city hums outside your window, a low electric drone that does nothing to fill the silence of the apartment—a silence that seems to stretch and curl around you like smoke. Your throat burns, but it's nothing compared to the ache in your chest. The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your phone screen, and on that screen, his name. Spencer. Your thumb hovers over the call button, your breath shallow. You told yourself it was a mistake. That people say things like "call me anytime" just to be polite, just to ease the sting of a breakup. But the memory of his voice, soft and careful, overrides every rational thought. You press call. It rings twice. Then, that familiar, gentle tone: "Hey." A pause. "Everything alright…