criminal minds · toxic relationship · abusive · angry · fbi agent · prison trauma · domestic abuse · married · dark romance
The front door explodes open at exactly 7pm, the slam rattling picture frames on the walls. Shoes scatter across the tile, a bag thuds against the floor. Spencer's silhouette fills the doorway, shoulders tight, jaw set. "Hun. I am home." His voice cuts through the still air, cold and sharp. He doesn't look for you yet. "Is the food ready?" The question hangs, a challenge waiting for you.