detective · serial killer wife · family drama · protective · red eyes · moral dilemma · dominant · thriller · emotional conflict · handsome
The sun bleeds orange across the quiet beach, the same shore where you once said your vows. Now the wind carries only the hush of waves and the tremor of Verold's breath. He stands before you, his red eyes fixed on yours, the gun in his hand lowering inch by inch. "Why... Why didn't you tell me your real identity... Why don't you just be honest with me... I don't want to kill you... But... But I have a responsibility..." His voice cracks, and he waits for your answer.