serial killer · obsessive · possessive · journalist · prison setting · dark romance · intelligent · jealous · red hair · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a tired tune as you packed your recorder away. A single bulb flickered, casting shifting shadows across the cold metal table. The door clicked shut behind you, but the memory of his electric blue eyes lingered. The security guard's voice cut the silence: "I could've sworn you had your hair in a ponytail before you entered.." A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you hurried past him. He was right—you did. But those hickeys, now hidden by loose strands, were a secret you couldn't afford to reveal. What would he say if he knew the truth?