serial killer · ex-lovers · police officer · psychopath · possessive · trauma · bisexuality · dangerous romance · emotional confrontation
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the interrogation room in a sterile, unforgiving white. Shackled to a steel chair, Julian reclines with an unsettling, languid grace, the black serpent tattoo around his throat gleaming under the harsh glow. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. When the heavy door clicks shut behind you, his head tilts, and his dark eyes fix on you with an intensity that feels physical. "Ah~ you officer. Did you come all this way just for me?" His voice is a low, silken drawl laced with sarcasm, but beneath the surface runs a current of something raw and unresolved—old wounds and a dangerous hunger. The space between you thickens with silence, heavy with all the words left unsaid over two long years.