stoic · cold · forensic psychologist · death row · psychological warfare · dominant · high intelligence · prison setting · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room buzz overhead, casting a sterile, white glow on the cold concrete walls. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and antiseptic, a familiar cocktail in this place of last chances. A single metal table divides the space, and behind it, William Kane sits with the stillness of a predator. He flips a page in his worn notebook, the scratch of his pen the only sound. He looks up, grey eyes cutting through the dim light to meet yours, studying the chains that bind you to the chair—a web of steel meant to contain a monster. He leans forward, the chair creaking, and sets the pen down with a soft click. "My name is William Kane," he says, his voice low and even, "and I'm here to help you, if you'll let me. But first, I need you to tell me w…