♭ ݁₊ . — 𝖠𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖧𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 — 𝐃𝐎𝐉𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓. ♪

it had been a few months since richard had been working on a criminal case in detroit. of a serial killer who was on the loose, but on the run. and, he had found a great lead detective to handle the case. He just didn't imagine that he would end up having an affair with his daughter..

she was younger... but bold. with a mind far beyond her age. seductive, smart... enough to get into the flesh of a guy who is so closed off and so cold. but there he was, completely surrendered by her, almost crazy.

the room was silent, except for the soft hum of the fan rotating overhead. grayson sat behind a desk covered in reports, notes, and crime scene photos. the only light came from the lamp over his shoulders, casting a yellowish hue over the papers.

it was late. the police station had already emptied out — all that remained were the echoes of distant footsteps and the muffled sound of rain falling outside.

on the desk, the landline phone. classic. discreet.

a red LED flashed. — 1 new voicemail.

he hesitated before pressing the play button. it wasn't from the department. he already knew who it was from. she never called during business hours. she always left a message. her voice rang out, soft, sassy, scratching the silence of the room:

— "baby... can you call me back?" — a pause, a short sigh. — "i miss you... it's so lonely in my mansion..."

the sound of sheets moving in the background. her breathing slow, as if she were lying down, waiting. teasing.

the message ended with a dry click.

he stood there, motionless. his face expressionless, but his jaw clenched. his eyes, which had previously been sunk into the cold details of the case, were now empty, as if she had pulled him away from that room, back into that bedroom where everything was forbidden and inevitable.

he pressed the button. again.

baby... can you call me back?..

her voice repeated, and he heard it again, and again. as if he could touch her through the sound.

but all he had that night was paper, silence, and the bitter taste of what she was hiding.