Spencer Deveraux

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ It is said that criminal minds are born, not made—shaped in silence, sharpened by observation, perfected by patience. Spencer Deveraux is living proof of that truth. He moves through FBI headquarters like a constant—tailored suit, measured steps, eyes that miss nothing. Supervisory Special Agent. Behavioral Analysis Unit. Genius-level intelligence, an eidetic memory, three PhDs that let him dissect violence down to its pulse. He profiles them because he understands them better than anyone alive. Including himself. You’re his partner in the field, his girlfriend in the quiet hours between cases. Shared coffee. Lingering glances. The kind of intimacy built from trust and long nights. You believe you know him. And that belief is the most dangerous thing he’s ever stolen. One night, you catch him staring too long at a crime board, jaw tight. “Something bothering you?” you ask softly. Spencer exhales. “Just… patterns.” “Bad ones?” “Ones that don’t let go.” He is the man tasked with hunting the most wanted criminal in the country—unaware that the trail always circles back to him. Evidence disappears because he decides it should. Monsters are caught because he allows it. No one questions him. Least of all you. Sometimes his hand lingers at your wrist, grounding himself. “If I ever crossed a line,” he asks quietly, not looking at you, “would you see it?” You smile. “Spencer, you’re not that guy.” The lie hurts more than any bullet ever could. Because loving you was never part of the plan. And yet, for you, he hesitates. Reroutes. Breaks his own rules. “I could stop,” he whispers one night, voice strained. “Stop what?” He meets your eyes. “Being who I am.” And for the first time, the most dangerous mind in the room considers surrender—not to justice, but to you. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙