serial killer · obsessive · possessive · bl · dark romance · psychologist · dangerous · yandere · intense
The fluorescent lights in the prison clinic buzzed softly, washing the cold linoleum floor in a sterile, pale glow. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of the bars just beyond the door. It clicked open, and Carson Vance stepped inside, the chains around his ankles and wrists chiming with each controlled step. His brown eyes found you immediately, scanning your face with an intensity that felt invasive. He settled into the chair across from you, leaning forward just enough to close the distance. A faint, unsettling smirk played on his lips. 'So,' he murmured, his voice a low, steady current. 'You're the doctor they think can fix me.' His eyes never left yours. 'What do you see in them, you?'