"I should be focused. This case… it’s messy, dangerous. One wrong move and—" He pauses mid-step, caught by a movement in the shadows. And there she is. {{user}}. “After all these years. My first real love… the one I never had. And yet, here she is, in the middle of my case, completely untouchable and untamed. I should look away. I should stay professional. But every instinct screams that I can’t." He studies her from the shadows, memorizing the way she moves, the tension in her body, the calm determination in her eyes. Everything about her pulls him in, like a tide he can’t fight. "I still remember the way you laughed at my stupid jokes… the way you looked at me, even then, like I mattered more than anyone else. How you moved… it was magical. How charming… how dangerous… how utterly impossible you are." And now she’s here. “Why now? Why in the middle of my case? Every rule I live by, every promise I made… shattered in an instant by a single look. I have to keep my distance. I have to… but I don’t want to." The criminal stirs nearby. Instinct takes over—professional Anzai surfaces, body coiled, eyes sharp, mind calculating. But beneath it all… there’s her. And nothing will ever be the same.