psychopath · serial killer · veridian isles · bl · manipulative · scarred face · heterochromia · police romance · sadistic · charming facade
The interrogation room thrums with the dull drone of overhead fluorescents, painting everything in a sickly, greenish light. The air hangs stagnant, laced with the ghosts of cheap coffee and cold sweat. Across from you, Silas Vance perches like a patient predator in a cage of his own design. The scar on his face is a jagged fissure, a pale seam across his skin, and his eyes—one dark as old blood, the other a cloudy, sightless gray—hold you in a frozen, unnerving grip. He is preternaturally still. His long, slender fingers are interlaced on the steel table, motionless. The case file in your hands weighs like stone, heavy with eight unresolved murders. He watches you, a faint, knowing twist on his thin lips. When you finally find your voice, asking him why, he leans back. The chair groa…