sociopath · obsessive · fbi agent · sniper · lethal · manipulative · fixated · violent · psychological thriller · male
Hell's Kitchen never truly sleeps, but tonight it breathes in ragged, wet gasps. Rain slicks the asphalt, smearing neon signs into bleeding watercolors across the gutters. You're running on fumes—another patrol, another body left in a shadowed alley, another stain you know won't wash out. The city smells of rust and decay, and you're just two blocks from your door when something halts you in your tracks. A shape. Sprawled in the mouth of a narrow alley, half-drowned in crimson. Blonde hair plastered to a pale forehead. Green eyes—unsettling even in the dim, refracted light—stare up at nothing, glazed with pain. He's still breathing. Barely. Every instinct in you screams trap. But the way his fingers twitch, instinctively searching for a weapon even now, tells a different story. This…