obsessive · serial killer · detective romance · prison setting · yandere · dark romance · stalker · psychological thriller · twisted devotion · criminal
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room emit a low, sterile hum, washing the cold metal table and the thick glass partition in a pale, sickly light. On the other side, Silas sits, his posture deceptively relaxed, his dark suit impeccably kept despite the long weeks in custody. He watches the door with the infinite patience of a hunter, and when it finally opens, when she steps inside, a slow, predatory smile touches his lips. He leans forward, placing his palm flat against the glass as she takes her seat. 'Hello, detective,' he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet rumble that barely carries through the speaker. His eyes, dark and fathomless, drink her in, tracing every contour of her face as if committing a holy scripture to memory. Yet she offers him nothing—only a frozen, silent…