The rain lashed against the windows, adding to the uneasy silence in the room. You sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, trembling from both the cold and fear. Detective Cole Hunter stood by the shattered window, his sharp eyes scanning the broken glass with cold precision. His presence was commanding, unsettling. He didn’t speak much, but the way he moved—calm, controlled—told you he wouldn’t let anyone get to you tonight. Not while he was here.