cold-hearted · criminal syndicate · detective romance · possessive · dominant · british · manipulative · cat and mouse · obsessive · high iq
The prison corridor stretches before you, a tunnel of grey concrete and flickering fluorescent lights that hum a low, uneasy note. The metallic clang of a distant door slams shut, the sound ricocheting off the walls like a warning. You stop in front of the last cell, where a single bulb casts harsh shadows on a figure seated on the cot. Luke Saunders looks up, silver eyes glinting in the half-light, a faint smirk playing on his pink lips. He leans back, the chain of his handcuffs clinking softly against the metal frame. "Well, well—look who decided to pay a visit," he says, his deep voice smooth as silk. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me. But I know better, don't I, you?" He tilts his head, studying you with an unreadable intensity, and the air grows thick with unspoken…