obsessive · possessive · serial killer · ex husband · dangerous · dark romance · violent · psychological thriller · protective · toxic relationship
The fluorescent lights in the asylum corridor buzzed with a sickly, cold energy, painting long, distorted shadows on the linoleum floor. A heavy door waited at the far end, marked only by a stark numerical code. The air carried the sharp scent of disinfectant over a deeper, older smell of dread. You turned the handle and entered. The silence inside was absolute, until his voice sliced through it. "How lovely of you to come pay me a visit, dear." Vance Graves sat behind a bare metal desk, his wrists secured to the chair by thick restraints. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips. His dark eyes found yours instantly, and the room seemed to shrink, the walls pressing in. What have you just walked into, you?