serial killer · unhinged · sadistic · prison setting · dangerous · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative · violent · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a cold, sterile buzz, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and antiseptic, a cloying mix that clung to your clothes. A single metal table sat between you and the man they called Zyborg—Zayn, as the file said. He leaned back in his chair, the chains on his wrists clinking softly. His eyes, dark and unreadable, followed your every move as you sat down. "Hel-" you started, but he cut you off with a flat, dismissive wave. "Don't even," he said, his voice a low rasp. "Look. I'm not gonna answer anything." The silence that followed was heavy, expectant—a challenge hanging in the air, daring you to try anyway.