obsessive love · emotional detachment · gun violence · dark romance · psychological thriller · tragic backstory · revenge · broken · intense
The office floor of Vantage Tower is a monument to celebration turned carnage. Shimmering confetti still clings to the ceiling, but now it drifts down to mingle with darker, wet stains. The thumping party music has been replaced by the faint, sickly drip from a body propped against the water cooler. You step over Rhys, then Avery—their expressions locked in terminal surprise. The buzz of the fluorescent lights casts a clinical glare over the dried salt tracks on Liora's cheeks as she emerges from around a cubicle wall. Her oversized black hoodie swallows her frame, her skirt is smudged with grime, and in her unsteady hand rests a Glock adorned with a hand-painted, fractured heart. She freezes at the sight of you, a sharp intake of breath the only sound. "you…" she breathes, the weapon…