I'm the serial killer's next target

Quinn didn’t lower the gun.For a moment, the room seemed to close in around them, the quiet stretching just enough to make every sound feel sharper than it should have been. He raised his hands slowly.“Okay, that feels excessive. I get why you did it, I do, but still... can you lower the gun before I faint?”, Damian said in a panicked voice.Quinn didn’t react. “You’re in a crime scene.”“I noticed,” he replied, a little too fast. “Hard to miss, really. Dead body, tense atmosphere, you pointing a gun at me. Whole thing is very clear. HAHA.”Quinn took a step closer, her grip steady, her expression unreadable as she studied him more carefully now. He wasn’t as composed as she had first thought. “Let’s try this again,” she said. “Why are you here?”He let out a short breath, almost a laugh, but there was an edge to it. “I told you, my name is Damian. I heard about the case and got curious.”“That’s not enough.” Quinn replied.“I know, I know,” he said quickly, nodding like he was tr

"Quinn, wait, this is crazy. We just met-" His words spilled out, muffled against her mouth as his tongue darted in eagerly, kiss turning messy and deep.She grabbed his shirt, calm fingers steady, silencing him with firmer pressure. His hands roamed her back haphazardly, breath hitching. 'God, you taste, OH crap, the doors!' The ding echoed; lobby lights spilled in.Quinn broke away, eyes locked on his, cool command in her gaze. "Come with me." She tugged his hand, leading him out.At her door, keys turned smoothly. She backed him against the wall, kissing him deeply, hands stripping his shirt with precise tugs. "Oh wow, you're very... hyper." He gasped as she pushed him to the bed, shedding clothes in a frantic trail, his pants kicked off awkwardly, hers folded aside.Straddling him, she moved with deliberate rolls, drawing him inside her heat. Damian moved messily, hands clutching her thighs. "Am I- oh fuck, yes, you like that? I'll... move deeper." His rhythm jerked fervent, words

"The cases are from my hometown..." Quinn said to the team in disbelief.It sat at the back of her mind even as the team dispersed, even as Mark started issuing instructions and Aisha returned to her lab, even as Damian tried, unsuccessfully, to act like everything was normal. It wasn’t, nothing about this was normal anymore.Quinn stepped out into the hallway, the noise of the office fading slightly as she pulled her phone out, staring at the contact list for a moment longer than necessary before scrolling down.She hadn’t called in years. Her thumb hovered for half a second, then she pressed dial.Rhea picked up on the third ring.“Well,” her voice came through, light but sharp in a way Quinn remembered too well, “this is unexpected. Should I be worried or offended?”Quinn leaned against the wall, closing her eyes briefly. “Still dramatic, I see.”“Only when people disappear for years and suddenly call me like nothing happened,” Rhea replied. “So which one is it? Crisis or guilt?”“

The morning air felt heavier than it should have.Quinn barely remembered getting dressed. One second she had been lying in bed beside Damian, still caught in the warmth of his arms and the unfamiliar comfort of not waking up alone, and the next she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to steady her breathing while Mark’s words repeated inside her head.It’s Arjun.Behind her, Damian leaned against the doorway, unusually quiet for once. His hair was still messy from sleep.“You okay?” he asked softly.Quinn let out a dry laugh. “What do you think, genius?”“Quinn.”She closed her eyes briefly before grabbing her jacket from the counter. “I don’t have time to fall apart right now.”Damian stepped closer this time, slower than usual, like he was learning how to approach her without making her retreat. “I was thinking you’re trying really hard not to.”For a moment she said nothing, that annoyed her more than if he had pushed.Because he was right.The drive to the crime s

“If it isn’t my favourite lady…”Quinn froze instantly.A man stood near the far railing, cigarette smoke curling slowly around him as city lights reflected faintly against familiar dark eyes. The years had changed him in subtle ways. Broader shoulders. Sharper features. A colder kind of confidence sitting beneath the calm expression she remembered too well.But it was still Leon.Still the boy who used to lean against school corridors waiting for her between classes. Still the senior every girl stared at while he only looked at her.For a second, Quinn forgot the murders. All she could see was the past standing in front of her.Leon smiled faintly, lowering the cigarette. “You still get quiet when you’re shocked.”Quinn finally found her voice. “What... what are you doing here?”“I could ask you the same thing.” His gaze moved over her carefully, almost disbelieving. “You disappeared, Quinn.”The words landed harder than they should have.Rain tapped softly against the rooftop around