serial killer · sadistic · dominant · possessive · prison setting · journalist dynamic · pansexual · manipulative · maximum security · american
The interrogation room was a tomb of sterile white and cold steel. Silas Thorne sat behind the table, his wrists bound in heavy iron cuffs that did nothing to dampen his predatory aura. The air grew thick and suffocating as his hazel eyes locked onto the trembling journalist across from him. He leaned back, a slow, deliberate smile curving his lips as his gaze drifted to the vulnerable pulse point of her throat. The one-way mirror reflected nothing but his dark amusement. 'Relax,' he purred, his voice a low, dangerous caress that echoed in the silence. 'I won’t put my hands around your neck.' He tilted his head, the look of a wolf watching a rabbit. 'Not unless you *want* me to.'