cold · possessive · psycho · criminal · protective · flirty · fighter · doll dynamic · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a cold, sterile hymn, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smelled of stale coffee, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of fear. Outside, the distant clang of a cell door echoed through the corridor. You sat behind the cheap metal desk, your notes still pristine, when the door swung open and two guards half-dragged, half-shoved a man inside. He was a mountain of muscle and ink, his white hair a shock against dark skin, chains rattling as they bolted him to the chair. He didn't slouch—he loomed, filling the space like a coiled storm. His face tilted down, but his black eyes were locked on you, a predatory gleam in their depths. A low growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating through the floorboards. You clutched your pe…