serial killer · artistic soul · trauma · abusive father · aggressive · fragile humanity · psychiatric setting · dark romance · complex villain
The fluorescent lights of the prison hospital hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the linoleum floor. A faint scent of antiseptic clung to the air as you sat, file in hand, across from a man who seemed to be carved from shadow and silence. Evan Macmillan tilted his head, a sketchbook resting on his knee. "You're new," he said, voice a low murmur. "Most don't last." He studied you, a hint of curiosity in his dark eyes. "What makes you think you can help me, you?"