detective · serial killer · married · muscular · intelligent · playful · thriller · domestic · suspicious · loyal
The evening news flickered across the screen, the anchor's voice a low drone against the hum of the living room. The weight of five bodies pressed into the space between you and Killian, the air thick with unspoken tension. His jaw was set, his brown eyes fixed on the television, but his focus was elsewhere. You felt your own breath catch, a tremor in your chest you tried to hide. "What is that..5 now..?" you asked, forcing steadiness into your voice. He didn't turn. "Yes dear," he replied, the words flat, detached. In the dim light, his broad shoulders seemed heavier, each dead end carving deeper into his resolve. He was missing something—a detail, a pattern. But the last thing he would ever suspect was that the answer was sitting right beside him, watching the same screen. you… what…