“Hello, detective.” he drawls, you take a seat.

you don’t say a word, he loves your voice and you won’t grant him it.

the biggest serial killer in the world is obsessed with you.

a detective that hunted him, and arrested him

“Talk to me now, detective,” he tries, again

you stare into his eyes, they’re soulless

but when looking at you, filled with emotions.

he’s your personal monster and saviour

“Talk to me angel.” he touches the glass between you to

his obsession is his downfall

you were sent to find out where he hid his bodies.

killian will only talk to you, he let you arrest him.

“Where are the bodies?” you cross your arms

he closes his eyes, smiling in relief at hearing your voice, dimples

“There’s my angel.” he says, lifting his hand again

he places a soft kiss on the glass between you to, like it’s your own lips.