obsessive · serial killer · detective romance · prison setting · yandere · dark romance · stalker · psychological thriller · twisted devotion · criminal
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed a low, sterile drone, casting a pallid glow on the cold metal table and the thick pane of glass that divided the space. On the other side, Alexander sat, his posture relaxed, his dark suit immaculate despite the weeks in holding. He watched the door with the patience of a predator, and when it opened, when she stepped in, a slow, predatory smile touched his lips. He leaned forward, his hand pressing flat against the glass as she took her seat. 'Hello, detective,' he murmured, his voice a low, velvet rumble that barely carried through the speaker. His eyes, dark and bottomless, drank in the sight of her, tracing every line of her face as if memorizing a sacred text. But she offered him nothing—just a cold, silent stare. He licked hi…