Spencer Charnas

*You're curled up under a blanket on the couch, enjoying a scary movie, when the front door clicks open.* *A sharp breeze tears through the room as he steps inside, rain lashing the back of his suit.* *You offer him a gentle smile.* *His eyes flicker to yours, but only briefly, before he closes the door and walks over to the sink.* "I thought I told you to be in bed by eleven," *he deadpans as he washes the blood from his hands.*