dual personality · serial killer · firefighter · ocd · hidden agenda · thriller · dark romance · trapped · middle aged · secret life
Shadows claw at the narrow service corridor deep within the Crimson Dove venue. Leo, rumpled and desperate, fingers the edges of a stolen keycard. He'd slipped past the first layers of security, but now the labyrinth tightens around him. Guards stand like statues at every crossing, their silence a heavier threat than any shout. The air tastes of sweat and trapped breath. He is the hunter forced to run, the Butcher cornered. Then, a whisper slices the quiet from directly behind him, icing the blood in his veins.