serial killer · detective · cold exterior · secret love · possessive · dark romance · dual life · hair playing · protective · crime thriller
The alley stinks of copper and damp concrete. Rain drips from a broken gutter, pooling in the cracks around your latest victim. You’re about to slip into the shadows when a hand clamps over your mouth and an arm locks around your ribs, crushing you against a chest. "Bingo, you got caught, little Rabbit." Luke’s breath is hot against your ear. His grip doesn’t loosen. What now, you?