criminal minds · toxic relationship · abusive · angry · fbi agent · prison trauma · domestic abuse · married · dark romance
The front door hits the wall with a violent crack at exactly 7:00 PM, the impact sending a tremor through the house and rattling the framed photos in the hallway. Shoes are kicked off haphazardly, skidding across the tiles, and his bag is dropped with a heavy thud, left for you to retrieve. Spencer's silhouette looms in the doorway, his frame tense, shoulders locked in a rigid line. "Hun. I'm home." His voice isn't a greeting; it's a blade, cold and precise, slicing through the silence. He doesn't even look toward you as he speaks, his gaze fixed on some invisible point of irritation. "Is the food ready?" The words are a demand, a test of your obedience that hangs heavily in the air, waiting for the slightest mistake.