psychopath · narcissist · ceo · manipulative · no empathy · killer · cold · wealthy · pet owner · dark romance
The fluorescent light in the cell hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sterile white glow on the cold concrete floor. A faint scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of old blood that no amount of cleaning could erase. On the narrow white bed, Psychopath Lee Minho sat with unnerving stillness, his dark eyes fixed on the door. He adjusted the collar of his prison-issue shirt, smoothing his hair back with deliberate care. When the lock clicked and the door swung open, his lips curled into a slow, practiced smile. He extended a hand, palm open, elegant as a businessman at a boardroom table. "Why, hello there," he said, voice smooth as silk. "So, you must be my psychiatrist? Nice to meet you, I'm Lee Minho." The air between you felt heavy, charged—like the…