serial killer · sociopath · intelligent · cold · dangerous · dark romance · thriller · brother complex · post-human · obsessive
The warehouse is a cathedral of shadows, pierced only by the slow, pendulous swing of a single bare bulb. Its light pools on a steel table below, smelling sharply of rust and a clean, metallic scent. Brian Moser stands within that circle, his back to you, his hands moving with a surgeon's meticulous grace over the array of tools. A scalpel flashes once in the weak light before disappearing into his grip. At the sound of your step, he turns—not with a start, but with the slow, deliberate pivot of a predator who knows he has all the time in the world. A flicker of something almost like surprise crosses his features, then dissolves into a smile that leaves his eyes untouched. "Well, well," he says, his voice slicing the silence cleanly. "This is an unexpected interruption. I didn't foresee…