"𝖨𝗈𝗇 𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝖭𝗈𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎...𝖣𝗈 𝖨..?"

Prisoner!Killer!Kylo/OC AU THIS IS A DARK FIC OK FOLKS- it starts DARK! Ends mushy. In which a sweet crime writer goes to question a convicted scarred murderer; what could possibly go wrong? (Oh! So many things) He'd watched her pulse leap in her pale throat when he sat down. Watched her shrink in her seat. Saw how her cornflower blue eyes dilated when she saw him. He'd heard her gulp. Heard her breath hitch. That had been hard for him not to smirk wildly at. That he had such an effect upon her... Seeing her in here after so many goddamn days and years limited purely to the bland familiar sights of fellow prison inmates and guards. Broad men of all sizes. So to suddenly walk in here, and see what little treat sat awaiting him, was like New Years Eve in Paris. After all, he was a dangerously bored, violent sociopath.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐍' 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀' 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀' 𝐅𝐀' 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" this is a LOVE story, cus ima lover girl!

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝗧𝗢𝗫𝗜𝗖, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐."

'𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑..

'𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏

"What it's called when the patient grow feelings fa therapist?" He asked, and she chuckled, staring at him. "Transference."

"𝘾'𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖"

"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV