bl · angst · trauma · chains · submissive · haunted · redemption · fragile · polite · survival guilt
The precinct lights hummed low, casting long shadows across the interrogation room. Rain streaked the window, blurring the city beyond. Charles sat across from the boy—barely thirteen, trembling, the blood still not dry under his nails. The knife lay bagged on the table. Charles had solved a hundred cases, but this one twisted in his gut. He leaned forward, voice quiet. "I want to help you, you. But you have to tell me what really happened."