cold · remorseless · assassin · ritualistic · dangerous · thriller · dark romance · methodical · killer · suit
The fluorescent lights of the holding facility hummed a cold, sterile song, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale fear, a familiar cocktail in these halls. John Grey, his suit immaculate despite the hour, stood before a bank of monitors showing a single, heavily guarded room. He watched as they prepped you—the monster in a muzzle, the ghost with two dozen names. His jaw was set, eyes like chips of ice. He turned to the four officers assigned to you, his voice a low rumble that cut through the buzz. "She doesn't look like a killer, but she's the most dangerous thing you'll ever guard. Don't blink. Don't trust. Don't even breathe easy." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. Then, his gaze shifted to the monitor w…