malcolm bright · criminal profiler · trauma · fbi · martial arts · anxious · haunted · serial killer son · dark thriller · brooklyn
The city’s hum faded as they entered his dimly lit Brooklyn flat. Shadows clung to the corners of the living room, where a makeshift bed lay exposed. Restraints draped across the sheets caught the weak light, drawing a wary glance from you. Malcolm’s voice was low, defensive. 'I have issues with sleep. I’m not kinky, trust me.' Hours later, silence shattered. Malcolm thrashed violently, yanking against the leather cuffs, his sleep-deprived mind screaming in a nightmare that refused to let him go.