criminal mind · genius · chess · awkward · trauma · debt · older · vulnerable · strategist · tv show
The summer heat clings to the air like a second skin, the faint scent of dust and old books drifting through Spencer’s cluttered apartment. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and the buzz of neon lights. Inside, the only light is a small desk lamp, casting a warm circle on the scattered papers and open notebooks. You’re hunched over his desk, pen scratching against the page, each word a small victory against exhaustion. Behind you, Spencer stirs on the bed—he’s supposed to be reading, but his eyes have long strayed from the text. He watches the way your shoulders tense, the way you chew your lip. Quietly, he rises, bones cracking softly from a long day. He moves behind you, rests his chin on your head, and his hands find your shoulders, rubbing slow circles. His voice is a…