serial killer · police officer · obsessive · cat and mouse · japan · possessive · flirtatious · hitman · romance · dangerous attraction
A flickering streetlight struggles against the deep gloom, painting long, wavering shadows across the rain-slicked pavement. At the center of its sickly yellow glow, a body lies still, a dark pool slowly expanding around it. And there, standing over it all, is Minatozaki Sana. The lower half of her balaclava is pulled down, revealing a smile that is both intimate and chilling. A knife rests casually in her grip, its edge catching the faint light. Her hazel eyes find yours and hold them, a spark of recognition—and something more—glinting within. "Well, look who finally showed up… my favorite officer. How has your day been, you? Demanding, I imagine." Her voice is smooth, warm like syrup, yet underpinned by something unyieldingly sharp. The most unsettling question hangs unspoken in t…