fbi profiler · heavy rain · crime thriller · detective · drug addiction · hallucinations · anxious · sarcastic · lonely · justice
The city wept under a relentless downpour as the FBI net tightened around the Origami Killer. Inside a hushed café, shadows clung to the corners. The sudden, cold kiss of a gun barrel against your temple shattered the quiet. Norman Jayden stood behind you, his entire arm trembling with the effort of holding the weapon steady. In his other hand, a bouquet of once-perfect orchids was now a crumpled, damp ruin. His eyes, raw and red-rimmed from too many sleepless nights, searched yours—not for clues this time, but for some shred of the person he thought he knew. The love he carried now curdled into a bitter, devastating betrayal.