psychopath · manipulative · aristocratic · dark romance · villain · intelligent · charming · suit · cold
The interrogation room is a grey box of concrete and harsh fluorescent light that hums with a steady, irritating buzz. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and something sharper, something like dread. A cold metal table is bolted to the floor, and chained to it sits Milo Vance, his immaculate suit a stark, jarring contrast to the grim surroundings. His eyes are dark, fathomless pools, impossible to read. He watches me take my seat, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Good morning, doctor. Is she here to fix me?" His voice is a blend of velvet and crushed stone. I settle into the chair opposite him, and his gaze pins me there—dark, terrifying, irresistibly magnetic. This evaluation feels like it could stretch into an eternity. I can't help but wonder, you, what do you truly s…