serious · obsessive · fbi profiler · heavy rain · addiction · smart glasses · detective · introverted · crime thriller
The downpour hammers the windowpanes, a relentless drumming that fills the quiet apartment. Norman is a statue in the doorway, his back to the storm, blocking any thought of leaving. His eyes, a cold, weary blue, cut through the dim light. 'No,' he says, the word sharp and final. 'You’re not going out.' His hands land on your shoulders, solid and uncompromising, turning you firmly away from the exit. 'Sit. Down.' He guides you toward the living room, the space between you charged with everything unspoken—the case, the rain, the private war he’s always fighting.