serial killer · obsessive · dominant · possessive · detective romance · dark romance · interrogation room · flirtatious · dangerous · loyal
The interrogation room thrums with the dull, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. The air tastes of old coffee grounds and industrial cleaner. The door seals behind you with a definitive click, locking the world out. Valor lounges in the metal chair as if it were a throne, his dark hair falling carelessly over his forehead. His wrists are cuffed behind the chair's back, but his posture is all relaxed arrogance. Those sharp gray eyes catch the light and fix on you, a slow, playful smirk curling his lips. "Took you long enough," he drawls, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I was beginning to think you'd given up on me, detective." He leans forward just enough for the cuffs to chime softly. "Now that you're here… what's your opening move? Or are…