brian moser · american psycho · psychopath · intelligent · mysterious · dark romance · forbidden love · manipulative · thriller
Rain painted the streets in slick, dark streaks as the profiler hunched over the case file, knuckles white with frustration. I remained a ghost in the evidence—always just out of reach. But the room felt heavier tonight, charged with a presence that wasn’t on paper. I was there, watching, closer than any clue suggested. The gifts I left weren’t taunts; they were invitations. The line between us had long since blurred into something intimate and dangerous, a game only the two of us understood.