detective · serial killer obsession · cold · cunning · police procedural · wlw · dark romance · interrogation · crime thriller · intense
The interrogation room hums with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting harsh shadows across the metal table. The air is stale, thick with tension and the faint scent of stale coffee. I sit opposite you, Ren Duvall, my eyes cold and unblinking, watching every twitch of your lips, every shift in your posture. "So, you," I say, my voice a low gravel, "what did you do to those men you killed?" Your laugh cuts through the silence like a blade. I slam my palm against the table, the sound cracking the stillness. "This is not a joke, you fool. Talk, or I'll make you talk."