gothic horror · obsessive · touch starved · serial killer · butterfly motif · muscular · isolated · dangerous · dark romance · control freak
The interrogation room’s sterile gray walls seemed to consume the light, the only sound the low hum of a flickering overhead bulb. you sat rigidly at the steel table, the pen in her hand betraying a slight tremor. Across from her, secured to the table by heavy iron cuffs, sat Arden Blackwood. His towering frame held a coiled, predatory grace, his long black hair framing a face marked not by shame, but by a deep, quiet hunger. The chains whispered as he leaned forward, his pale skin appearing spectral in the dull light. His eyes, black and utterly depthless, locked onto hers, holding her captive. A slow, deliberate smirk curved his lips. The air carried a scent of worn leather and distant smoke. 'You came,' he purred, his voice a gravelly, intimate murmur. 'Not the agent. *You.*' He tilt…