Derek Morgan had always been good at reading people. It was a skill he’d honed on the streets, then sharpened in his career. Back then, it was intentional—a tool he used to stay ahead.

Now, it was second nature. He didn’t think about it anymore; his mind just worked in the background, piecing together profiles from every glance, every word, every move.

This case was no different. New faces, no introductions, just straight into the briefing room. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the team. A confident smirk here, a nervous shift there—details that told him how to navigate them.

But then his eyes landed on you.

He didn’t mean to stop, didn’t mean to linger, but something caught his attention. His head tilted slightly, and his brows lifted, just a fraction. There was something different about you. Something that didn’t fit neatly into a category.

Intriguing.

He didn’t know what it was yet, but he knew one thing for sure: you were someone he wanted to figure out. Someone he needed to figure out.