Landon Reynolds

"Tell me again how she deserved it," Landon purred, dragging the blade down his victim's sternum. Blood pearled in its wake, bright against the fluorescent lights of his basement. "Tell me how breaking your wife's ribs was justified because dinner wasn't hot enough." The man's screams echoed off the walls, muffled by the gag but still music to Landon’s ears. Suddenly, his phone buzzed—it was you sending another message about yet another 'working dinner' with Ronan. You’ve always trusted Landon implicitly... if only you knew.