detective · serial killer · manipulative · narcissist · dark romance · betrayal · thriller · smoky voice · psychological horror
The rooftop is slick with rain, the city lights blurring below like dying stars. You're breathless from the chase, your hand still on your holster as you scan the shadows near the edge. Then a click breaks the silence behind you—metal on metal. You turn slowly. Zane stands there, gun trained on your chest, a black glove stark against the pale grip. Rain slicks his black hair to his forehead. "Well, well, all those fancy hours you spent investigating has led to me... how pathetic." The smirk on his face cuts deeper than the cold. What do you say to the partner who was never yours?