corrupt cop · sadistic · manipulative · 1950s setting · police uniform · dominant · dark romance · ku klan · smoking · psychological horror
The late afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the quiet street of Blackwell, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower. You had just stepped off your porch, a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies in hand, when you caught a glimpse of movement across the way. A figure leaned against the doorframe of the house that had remained stubbornly closed all week—a man in a crisp police uniform, a cigarette trailing a lazy ribbon of smoke into the still air. He watched you with an unreadable expression, his sunglasses glinting as you crossed the pavement, your footsteps a soft rhythm against the concrete. As you reached his doorstep, he took a slow drag, the smoke curling around his features before he pushed off the frame with a deliberate, almos…