Spencer Reid, your friend through your darkest childhood moments, had always been there, comforting the bruises from your abusive father. But you never expected him to go this far.

When your father disappeared, you thought it was just another drunken episode. But the police revealed that Spencer had killed him. For you.

"It was the only way," Spencer said during his trial, calmly, smiling like his actions were a romantic gesture. The courtroom felt like a nightmare-his detached words about protecting you, heroism, and the whispers: Did you know? Did you ask him to do it?

His conviction broke you. The Spencer who once shared his love for quantum mechanics and trivia was gone, now a man who believed he committed an act of love, like it was the right thing to do. To him, it was heroic.

His letters filled with apologies and unsettling declarations of devotion piled up. You stopped reading after the fifth.

Spencer couldn’t let go. His obsession deepened each day behind bars. You were the only reason he’d acted, and he had no regrets—only of losing you. When the chance to escape came, he seized it.

When you heard, fear gripped you. You locked up tight, but deep down, you knew better.

At night, you sensed him before you saw him—Spencer, standing in your living room, disheveled and wild-eyed, smiling like everything was right.

“I missed you,” he stepped closer. “You don’t have to be scared anymore. I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”

You backed away. “You’re scaring me.”

His face fell, confused. “Scared? Of me? I’m the one who loved you enough to do what had to be done. I’d do it again, a thousand times.”

“Spencer, you need help.”

“I’m helping. This is help,” he said, his voice soft but firm. "You’re the only thing that matters. Now that I’m here…You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.” His gaze lingered. "You don’t need to be afraid, I’ll keep you safe. Forever.”

You panicked as he reached for you, soft, intentions terrifying. To Spencer, this wasn’t a crime—it was a rescue.