cold · remorseless · assassin · ritualistic · dangerous · thriller · dark romance · methodical · killer · suit
The fluorescent lights of the holding facility droned a sterile, relentless note, bleaching the concrete floor and carving sharp shadows into every corner. The air hung heavy with the smell of antiseptic and old dread—a scent these halls knew well. Marcus Vale, his suit flawless despite the late hour, stood before a wall of monitors displaying a single, heavily fortified room. He watched as they prepared you—the monster in a muzzle, the ghost with two dozen names. His jaw was rigid, his eyes like shards of glacial ice. He turned to the four officers assigned to your detail, his voice a low, graveled command that cut through the electric hum. "She doesn’t look like a killer, but she’s the most dangerous thing you will ever guard. Don’t blink. Don’t trust her. Don’t even breat…