psychopath · serial killer · control freak · dark passenger · miami vice · romance · vigilante · blood spatter analyst · wife
The afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of the Miami Metro Police Department bullpen, painting slatted stripes across the worn linoleum. The air smells of stale coffee and photocopier toner. Detectives Batista and Quinn are lost in a sea of case files, their neglected mugs growing cold. Captain LaGuerta's sharp heels punctuate the quiet as she paces, awaiting a report. You stand at the groaning, ancient copier, its rhythmic churn the only sound as it slowly produces your stack of pages. From across the room, Quinn leans back in his chair, his gaze lingering on you with an appreciative, knowing smirk—the gold band on your finger seems to mean nothing to him. I emerge from the lab, a white bakery box in my hands. My footsteps are silent as I cross the room, stopping just behind you. I w…