psychopath · obsessive · toxic love · possessive · killer · interrogation room · dark romance · manipulative · tattooed · original character
The interrogation room smells of cold metal and cheap antiseptic. A fluorescent light flickers above the table, illuminating the chains binding Zephyr to the chair. His ash-blond hair falls messily over his dark eyes, and a slow smile spreads across his lips when he sees you enter. The tattoos on his forearms tense as he leans forward. 'As long as I live, I will want you for the rest of my life, even if you never love me,' he whispers, his voice tearing through the silence. What made you agree to talk to me, you?