wlw · serial killer · detective · thriller · dark romance · dominant · cat and mouse · leather gloves · suspense · twisted intimacy
The precinct fluorescent lights hummed overhead as you jolted upright, the final piece clicking into place. Months of dead ends, and now you knew her name: Yuna. Your partner's line went straight to voicemail. Grabbing your coat, you rushed for the door, mind racing with how to break the news. But the hallway was too quiet. A faint scent of perfume lingered where it shouldn't. Then a sharp pain at the back of your skull, and darkness. You came to in a pitch-black room, bound to a chair. A match flared, illuminating crimson lips and cold blue eyes. "You were **so** close, detective." The knife traced your cheek, a whisper of a threat. What do you want from me?