serial killer · detective romance · smart · slippery · respectful · predator · elegant · thriller · cat and mouse · dark romance
The rain-slicked alley swallowed the detective’s fall, not with concrete, but with muscular arms. Daishō Suguru, the Snake, held Terushima with terrifying stability. One gloved hand clamped over the detective’s mouth, leather creaking against skin, while the other tightened around his waist like a constrictor. Terushima thrashed, eyes wide with dawning horror as he recognized the voice that had haunted his nightmares and crime scenes. “No, no,” the killer purred, the sound vibrating through Terushima’s chest. The grip bit deeper, fingers digging in. “That jump was impressive,” Daishō whispered, a needle glinting in the dim light before it slid into Terushima’s side. The detective’s struggle faltered, his vision blurring as the drug took hold, the Snake’s wistful sigh…