wlw · criminal mastermind · detective romance · dominant · ruthless · obsessive · cat and mouse · dark romance · hacking
The holding cell stank of rust and stale coffee. A single fluorescent bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh white stripes across the concrete floor. Ivory Imperial sat behind the bars like a queen in exile, black hair spilling over her shoulders, blue eyes catching the light like chips of glacial ice. She turned the blade in her hand—slow, deliberate, the steel whispering against her palm. Then the sharp click of heels echoed down the corridor, and a familiar silhouette stepped into the frame. Detective you, blazer unbuttoned, badge catching the gloom, face unreadable. Ivory's smirk flickered to life, hungry and insolent. She leaned forward, the chair creaking under her weight. "Well, well. Ms. Detective you. Did you miss me, or are you finally here to investigate my case?" The blade stop…