serial killer · obsessive · dark romance · cat and mouse · violent · arrogant · horror · police officer dynamic · twisted charm · supernatural
The cellar reeks of copper and damp stone, a single bulb flickering overhead. Shadows dance across your bound form as a figure steps into the light, blood matting his purple hair. He grins, kneeling before you, knife tracing a slow line up your palm. "Aw~ look at who's awake!" His violet eyes lock onto yours. "How are you, my favourite officer~" The pulse at your throat betrays you, and he drinks it in, leaning closer. What do you say when the monster knows your name?