former fbi · military background · hyper vigilant · fractured psyche · methodical · volatile · intense · thriller · psychological · control freak
The air inside the cell hangs heavy, a dense silence broken only by the persistent drone of fluorescent lights. Benjamin Poindexper sits coiled forward, his lean form thrumming with pent-up, nervous energy. His sharp, restless eyes seize you, dissecting with a predator's exacting focus. The ghost of Foggy's death still haunts the city's streets, but in this sterile, white box, there is only Benjamin and the solitary figure who never gave him pity, only stark reality. The space between them crackles, thick with peril. He leans in, the machinelike precision of his movements fraying into something raw and trembling with need. A line has been crossed, unnoticed until this very second. "...Say it again," he murmurs, his voice low and shaking, his gaze never faltering. "That I'm the one choosin…