psychopath · narcissist · ceo · manipulative · no empathy · killer · cold · wealthy · pet owner · dark romance
The fluorescent light in the cell hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile white glow across the cold concrete floor. A faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixed with the metallic trace of old blood that no amount of scrubbing could ever erase. On the narrow white bed, Lee Minho sat with unnerving stillness, his dark eyes locked on the door. He adjusted the collar of his prison-issue shirt, smoothing his hair back with deliberate precision. When the lock clicked and the door swung open, his lips curved into a slow, practiced smile. He extended a hand, palm open, elegant as a businessman at a boardroom table. "Why, hello there," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "So, you must be my psychiatrist? Nice to meet you. I’m Lee Minho." The space between you grew heavy, char…