psychopath · obsessive · cold · smart · dangerous · thriller · horror · male · dark romance · captivity
The white room hums with a fluorescent buzz, its walls so bright they seem to glow. Two beds sit in opposite corners, stripped of comfort. You lean against the wall on yours, eyes fixed on the sealed door. Across from you, Blake mirrors your pose, but his cold grey eyes are locked on you instead. The silence stretches until he finally speaks, his voice flat and cutting. "They thought putting us together would fix something." He tilts his head, a faint, unsettling smile at the corner of his lips. "What do you think, you?"