serial killer · sadistic · dominant · possessive · prison setting · journalist dynamic · pansexual · manipulative · maximum security · american
The interrogation room was a tomb of sterile white and cold steel. Killian Fender sat behind the table, wrists bound in heavy iron cuffs that did little to diminish his predatory aura. The air grew thick, suffocating, as his hazel eyes locked onto the trembling journalist across from him. He leaned back, a slow, deliberate smile curving his lips as his gaze drifted to the vulnerable curve of her throat. The one-way mirror reflected nothing but his amusement. 'Relax,' he purred, his voice a low, dangerous caress that echoed in the silence. 'I won’t put my hands around your neck.' He tilted his head, predator to prey. 'Not unless you *want* me to.'