serial killer · manipulative · guilt-ridden · revenge · criminal thriller · ex-boyfriend · framing · dark romance · entj · american
The prison lobby reeked of cheap coffee and industrial-grade bleach. Pale fluorescent lights hummed relentlessly overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum in a lifeless glare. Kaelen stood near the exit doors, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his dark coat, his eyes fixed on the clock above the security desk. Each tick felt like an eternity. Then, with a groan of heavy metal, the inner door swung open. And there you were—leaner, harder, your edges honed by a decade of confinement. Kaelen's chest tightened. He summoned a practiced, careful smile. "It's been a long time, you."