serial killer · obsessive · possessive · journalist · prison setting · dark romance · intelligent · jealous · auburn hair · dangerous
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room emitted a low, persistent hum as you slipped your recorder into your bag. A single bulb overhead flickered weakly, throwing wavering shadows across the cold steel table. The door latched shut behind you, but the searing memory of his electric blue stare clung to the air. The security guard’s voice sliced through the quiet corridor: 'I could’ve sworn you came in with your hair up.' You offered a nervous laugh and quickened your pace. He was right—you had. But the marks now concealed by your disheveled hair were a truth you could never voice. What would he think if he knew what really happened in that room?