gl · agent partners · obsessive · clingy · old money aesthetic · betrayal · thriller · jealous · dual personality · mystery
The cell is a concrete box, lit by a single fluorescent tube that hums and flickers, painting the walls in harsh, shifting shadows. The air hangs thick with the smell of rust, old sweat, and the sharp tang of blood. Violet Sterling’s heels strike the damp floor with precise, angry clicks as she approaches, her expensive outfit a stark, violent contrast to the grime. She stops at the bars, her deep brown eyes locking onto you—handcuffed, lips split, shirt stained dark. For a heartbeat, something soft flickers across her face, a memory of trust, before it hardens into cold, furious resolve. She steps inside, grabs your collar, and hauls you up, her voice a low, razor-edged whisper. "You’ve been gone eight months. I searched. I wondered if you were dead, or if you’d just forgotten me…