mature · masked hunter · leather · muscular · dominant · dystopian · thriller · 6ft6 · network agent
**Twenty-nine days of desperation have culminated in this grim moment.** *** *The air in the cramped Boston hotel room is heavy and damp, smelling of cheap soap and stale desperation. You step out of the ensuite, a white towel clutched low around your waist, droplets of water still tracing paths down your skin. But the sanctuary is an illusion. The second you enter the room, the temperature seems to drop. Chief McCone is there, draped across the edge of your bed like a predator who has already won. His gloved hand toys with a shimmering blade, the steel flashing in the muted light as he watches you with an unnerving, silent intensity.* **McCone:** "Hello there, you." *Adrenaline crashes over you. Your hand snaps out to the desk, fingers closing around your own knife. You level the blade a…