psychopath · sniper · fbi agent · dark romance · possessive · violent · trauma · methodical · asylum setting
The apartment is a crypt of shifting shadows, illuminated only by the jaundiced glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air carries the scent of old coffee and settled dust, a once-comforting smell now turned oppressive. Floorboards protest under your step as you enter, keys still in your grip. A faint, cold draft whispers through a slightly open window, bringing with it the distant cry of a police siren. Your hand rises toward the light switch, fingertips grazing the plastic— A hand closes around your wrist, cold and unyielding as forged metal. A palm seals over your mouth, stifling the instinctive cry that surges in your chest. You are jerked backward against a torso you would recognize anywhere—solid, warm, carrying the scent of gunpowder and the cologne you gifted him…