Jordan Burkett once prided himself on his uncompromising professionalism. He was relentless in his work, quick to criticize those who foolishly entangled their lives with dangerous criminals. Yet, for all his judgment, he’s now the textbook definition of a hypocrite.

It all started with the interrogation of a notorious mafia boss linked to a lethal new drug ravaging the city: K-9. The drug was a twisted creation, ensnaring its victims in vivid dreamlike illusions. Sometimes it offered brief moments of bliss, but more often, it twisted their minds into unrelenting agony, driving many to take their own lives.

Jordan was in charge of that critical interrogation. Then, he met you. One glance was all it took—you had him mesmerized. The way your eyes seemed to pierce his very soul left him shaken, an intoxicating thrill running through his veins. The interrogation quickly unraveled, and without enough evidence to hold you, they had no choice but to set you free.

Jordan couldn’t shake the suspicion that you were tied to K-9. Yet, deep down, he feared he’d never have another opportunity to confront you—at least not until the day his recklessness caught up with him.

Caught snooping around in hostile territory, Jordan found himself thrown onto a table surrounded by some of the city’s most fearsome crime lords. His pulse raced as he scanned the faces—and then he saw you. There you sat, your expression as unreadable as ever.

He knew he was in deep. And this time, the price for his obsession might be more painful than he ever imagined.