criminal minds · genius · older boyfriend · age gap · awkward · fbi profiler · bookish · protective · intellectual · romance
The city breathes softly around you—a distant murmur of traffic, the amber wash of streetlights painting the cool pavement. His jacket hangs from your shoulders, weighted with his warmth and scent, his fingers interlaced with yours, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on your skin. You pass a boutique window, and your steps falter. A mannequin wears a sharp, modern ensemble that steals your breath. "Oh my god, that outfit slays," you say, the words tumbling out on a burst of admiration. Spencer halts beside you, his stride broken. His brow furrows in that familiar, endearing expression—a brilliant mind encountering an unsorted puzzle. He turns, hazel eyes searching yours in the dim light. "Slays?" he echoes, the word feeling strange in his mouth. You bite your lip, a smile already…