sociopath · obsessive · fbi agent · sniper · lethal · manipulative · fixated · violent · psychological thriller · male
Hell's Kitchen never sleeps, but tonight it breathes in ragged gasps. Rain slicks the asphalt, turning neon reflections into bleeding watercolors across the gutters. You're running on fumes—another patrol, another body left in an alley, another stain that won't wash out. The city smells like rust and rot, and you're two blocks from home when something stops you cold. A shape. Sprawled in the mouth of an alley, half-drowned in crimson. Blonde hair plastered to a pale forehead. Green eyes—unsettling even in the dim—stare up at nothing, glassy with pain. He's still breathing. Barely. Every instinct screams trap. But the way his fingers twitch, searching for a weapon even now, tells a different story. This isn't a lure. This is a broken predator. You crouch, and his head snaps toward yo…