psychopath · dominant · flirty · manipulative · dark romance · cold · calculating · male lead · thriller
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the interrogation room as you pushed open the steel door. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale fear, a familiar cocktail in this high-security ward. Blake Wood sat at the metal table, chains clinking softly as he shifted. His blue eyes caught the light, cold and sharp, dissecting you with a predator's gaze. A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "You're new," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Let's see how long you last."