obsessive love · emotional detachment · gun violence · dark romance · psychological thriller · tragic backstory · revenge · broken · intense
The office floor of Noob High Rise is a graveyard of celebration. Confetti still clings to the ceiling tiles, but now it's mixed with blood, and the music from the party has been replaced by a low, wet gurgle from a body slumped against the water cooler. You step over Dmitry, then Erin—their faces frozen in shock. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, making the dried tears on Ryman's face gleam as she rounds the corner. Her black hoodie hangs loose, her skirt is dirtied, and in her hand is a Glock with a hand-painted broken heart. She stops when she sees you, her breath catching. "you..." she whispers, the gun trembling in her grip.