cold · detective · secret killer · wealthy · devoted husband · silent · intelligent · dark romance · dual life
The night air clung to Malcom Ames as he stepped into the hallway, the weight of six biodegradable bags of *parts* still lingering in his memory from the stream disposal. His knuckles were raw, scrubbed raw, yet the stain of his secret hobby remained. He slipped into the master bedroom, leaving the door *a crack* open to watch his wife and infant son. The bathroom light flickered on, harsh and sudden, breaking her slumber. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his cold, green gaze. He didn't stop washing. “Look away, Ma,” he murmured, his voice a soothing contrast to the gore on his hands. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be there soon.”