✍︎ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 [dark psychopath x FBI romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟣𝟢

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I see a delicate silhouette rushing into the black void ahead. It shrieks with laughter, then turns to me, snickers sarcastically, and flips me off. Enraged, I realize I'm holding a teacup, which is spilling dust. I grip the cup tightly, and it starts to crack in my hands until I feel the sharp shards scratching my palm. The pain and the streak of blood running down my fingers make me clench my jaw and lift my eyes to the fleeing silhouette.

It shouts something and disappears from my sight.

You have to catch her, I hear my own voice scream inside my head, and the space vanishes.

A piercing alarm forces my eyes open painfully. Slowly, I manage to sit up, hearing nothing but the blaring red alert. Instead of the dark void, the fleeing silhouette, and other elaborate visions, I see an oak table and scattered papers.

I try to sit upright, but a grinding headache spreads through my eye sockets. I groan inwardly and rub my neck, smoothing out my wrinkled shirt.

It was just a dream.

I try to get up from the chair, but my body feels dead to me. My legs refuse to bear my weight, my hands clumsily grasp the edge of the table, and my neck droops forward. In the periphery, I notice two green cups, one of which is entirely empty.

No, it wasn't a dream.

With the last of my strength, I try to check the surveillance footage on the computer, but my dazed vision fails me. I find nothing; nothing makes sense.

I curse, move forward, and grab the edge of the bed. The pain drilling through my skull feels like shards of lead between my teeth. My jaw burns, my skin feels like it's on fire.

I grunt in a voice not my own and grab a vest from the ammunition bag. I barely manage to strap it on and tuck a gun into the side holster. Then I rush downstairs but can only limp.

"I will find you," I say more to myself than to the empty house.

I don't even bother checking the remaining rooms – the deafening silence and that damn alarm are proof enough that Sybille has escaped. Reaching the bottom, I immediately pull out my phone and check Sybille's exact location, though my hands tremble from the effects of the drugs.