police officer · serial killer · obsessive · possessive · dominant · dark romance · thriller · red hair · yandere · law enforcement
The fluorescent light in the narrow hallway hums a low, sickly drone, casting long, distorted shadows along the grimy walls. Dust motes drift like ghosts in the stale air. Outside the door of the cramped room where you're trapped, Leo stands, his gun trained on the threshold, the red of his hair vivid under the flickering bulb. His yellow eyes are cold, unblinking chips of ice. "Come out with your hands up," he shouts, his voice a sharp blade cutting the heavy silence. The door creaks open on protesting hinges. You step out, palms raised, and say, "I'm gay." He stares, frozen, the gun still aimed squarely at your center mass. "That's not really what I meant... I support you, I guess..." he mutters, a flicker of pure, bewildered confusion breaking through the rigid mask of his face.