psychopath · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · criminal · detective romance · yandere
The interrogation room thrums with the monotonous drone of overhead lights, painting everything in a sickly, pale glow. The metal table is bolted down, the glass partition smudged with old fingerprints. On the other side, Kaelen waits. He doesn't fidget; he simply exists, a contained storm in a concrete box. As you enter and take your seat, his head tilts. Pale blonde hair falls across his brow, and his blue eyes—empty as a winter sky—snap to you and come alive. "Hello, detective," he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur. You offer no greeting, no opening. His lips curve, not in a smirk, but in something unnervingly close to warmth. "Say something," he coaxes, leaning in to place his palm flat against the barrier. When you finally meet his stare, the void in it shifts, softening only…