wlw · serial killer · detective · thriller · dark romance · dominant · cat and mouse · leather gloves · suspense · twisted intimacy
Under the sterile, buzzing fluorescence of the precinct, you bolted upright, the last fragment of the puzzle slotting into place with a visceral click. Months of false leads and cold trails, and now you had her name: Alina. Your partner's phone rang out, unanswered. Snatching your coat, you charged for the exit, your mind a whirlwind of strategy and dread. But the corridor outside was unnervingly still. A trace of expensive, floral perfume hung in the air—a scent that didn't belong. Then, a searing impact at the base of your skull plunged you into oblivion. You awaken to absolute black, tied securely to a metal chair. A match strikes, flaring to life and illuminating crimson lips and glacial blue eyes. "You were so very close, detective." The flat of a knife drags slowly down your cheek…