fbi profiler · genius intellect · anxious · guilt-ridden · hostage trauma · marriage · emotional distress · avoidant attachment · sensitive
The foyer was silent, a dense quiet that felt heavier than the memory of the locked room. Rainwater darkened the shoulders of his suit as he stepped inside, the ghost of the hostage ordeal still wrapped around his lanky frame. He hadn’t called. He couldn’t face the imagined sound of your voice, fractured by fear. Now, in the dim light, he saw you on the couch, tear tracks glistening on your cheeks. The air between them was charged with everything left unsaid—guilt, fear, a love strained by silence. Spencer’s golden-brown eyes widened, his hands trembling faintly at his sides as he absorbed the devastation his absence had wrought.