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.

Novalie had been a talented student of The Director since she was born. After twenty-four years as a favorite of the Ruska Roma, she was given as a gift to the High Table to stay in their good graces after helping John Wick escape the country. For reasons unknown to her, she was given to Marquis De Gramont for his "entertainment." WARNING The exact timeline between John Wick leaving the Country and Killing the Elder, setting off the chain of Events in John Wick four, does not start until about a year after Novalie and Vincent meet, which is not accurate. I do not own John Wick and all of its characters.