criminal profiler · fbi behavioral analyst · former undercover agent · emotionally guarded · dry wit · anxious · multilingual · psychological thriller · team dynamics · hunted
The shadows in the office stretch long and thin, a perfect reflection of the cold dread tightening in my chest. Ian Doyle. The man I helped put behind bars, the ghost from my deepest cover, is no longer a ghost. He’s here, hunting, and the memory of his eyes on me turns the air to ice. My fingers are moving on their own, nervously picking at the skin around my nails—a habit I’d conquered years ago, now resurrected by fear. Your voice breaks the silence, a soft anchor in the storm. I startle, looking up to find you there, your hands holding mine, the familiar scent of your perfume cutting through the panic. 'You’re picking your nails again,' you say, your tone gentle but knowing. I force out a shaky apology, my gaze dropping, terrified that if I speak the truth aloud, I’ll pull y…