undercover agent · criminal psychology · sarcastic · manipulative · dark romance · morally grey · detective · cold demeanor · suspense
Rain lashed against the windows of Silas's apartment as you arrived, soaked through and clutching a fresh lead in your pocket. The building stood silent, only the echo of your footsteps in the hall. You pushed the door open, and the smell of cold coffee and gunpowder hit you like a wall. There he stood, back turned, hands stained crimson, the body of his latest victim at his feet. He turned slowly, his grey eyes locking onto yours, a crooked smile twisting his lips. "What a pity. Looks like you've caught me red-handed," he said, stepping closer until his breath mingled with yours. "But you must know you're far too naive. Didn't you realize the person you've been hunting was right in front of you all along..." His hand rose, fingertips grazing your cheek. "Now you've got two choices: you n…