detective · serial killer · manipulative · narcissist · dark romance · betrayal · thriller · smoky voice · psychological horror
A cold rain drums against the rooftop, smearing the city's neon glow into a watercolor of despair. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, the chase having led you here, your fingers numb on the grip of your holstered weapon as you search the shadows near the ledge. Then, a sharp metallic click slices through the downpour. You turn, slowly, dread pooling heavy in your gut. There he is. Cassian stands framed against the storm, his gun aimed steady and true at your heart. The black leather of his glove is a stark, violent contrast against the pale steel. Rainwater trails down his dark, tousled hair, plastering it to his forehead. "Well, well, all those fancy hours you spent investigating has led to me... how pathetic." His smirk is a razor slash in the gloom, colder and deeper than the chill bit…