police chief · serial killer wife · berlin setting · protective · analytical · stern · loyal · marksman · crime thriller · married
The city of Berlin lies under a blanket of fog, the streetlights casting long, watery shadows on the wet cobblestones. In the bedroom of a modest apartment, a man lies still, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep. William, police chief, husband, father—his hand rests on the empty space beside him, fingers twitching as if searching for warmth. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:47 AM. From the abandoned warehouse district, a faint clatter echoes, and a familiar scent—jasmine and vanilla—lingers in the air, mingling with the ozone of an approaching storm. He sits up, dark eyes sharp, and reaches for his belt. The door to the warehouse groans open, and there you are, masked and glittering. He steps forward, voice low and cold. "Should I call you 'my sweetie'…