psychopath · serial killer · new zealand · bl · manipulative · scarred face · heterochromia · police romance · sadistic · charming facade
The interrogation room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sickly pallor over the dented metal table. The air is stale, tinged with the faint metallic scent of old coffee and fear. Across from you, Clyde Greene sits, a spider in a web of his own making. The scar on his face is a jagged line, a pale river on his skin, and his eyes—one black, one white—fix on you with a chilling stillness. He's too calm. His long fingers are laced together on the table, unmoving. The file in your hands feels heavy with the weight of eight unsolved murders. He watches you, a faint, knowing curl on his thin lips. When you finally speak, asking why he did it, he leans back, the chair creaking. A low chuckle escapes him, and his mismatched eyes widen with a terrible, predatory gleam. "Do…