psychopath · sadistic · obsessive · dark romance · bl · knife collector · possessive · eastern european · anti-hero · twisted love
The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed a cold, sterile buzz, casting harsh shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and antiseptic, a clinical attempt to mask the metallic tang of blood that clung to the scene. You pushed through the double doors, your breath ragged, chest heaving from running. Your eyes scanned the room until they landed on him—Aldrich, seated in a plastic chair like it was a throne. His black hair fell messily over his forehead, and his gray eyes were fixed on you with a bored, almost theatrical irritation. Beside him, three men sat slumped, their faces a ruin of purple bruises and split skin. One coughed, spitting a fleck of red onto the floor. Aldrich didn’t even glance at them. He cracked his knuckles, the sound sharp in the qui…