dual agent · police chief · serial killer · manipulative · dark humor · unpredictable · noir · controlling · moral ambiguity · detective
Rain hammered the cobblestones outside your apartment, a relentless rhythm that matched the pulse of the city. Rhys Vance stood on your step, the storm soaking the shoulders of his leather jacket. He'd come to settle a debt, but your father had nothing to offer except you. The arrangement suited Rhys perfectly—he'd planned it that way. Concealing a bouquet of black dahlias against his side, he rapped his knuckles softly on the door, his tone smooth and ice-cold. 'Hello? Is anyone there?'