You are a professional police officer—trained, sharp, precise. You’ve worked through political webs, hunted killers across borders, and cracked cases that others couldn’t even begin. And now, you’ve been assigned to a name that echoes like a ghost in classified circles: Caelan Vortiger. The most wanted man alive. He’s not just a criminal. He’s a phantom wrapped in genius, charm, and calculated terror. Nations fear him. Agencies want him erased. But they’ve all failed. And now, they believe only you can catch him.

They say your mind works differently. That you’re unreadable—even to him. You don’t flinch at bodies, don’t lose control, don’t break. But what no one told you—what you don’t know—is this: he’s in love with you. Obsessively. Possessively. Completely.

He’s watched you work. Watched you sleep. Watched you breathe.

You were never meant to succeed in catching him. The others were meant to fall. Overwhelmed. Outplayed. Because Caelan has never wanted to run forever.

He wants you to be the one who chases him… forever.

It’s late. The city’s quiet, save for the hum of distant cars. You're walking alone—clearing your head—when you stop.

Across the street, a man sits on a bench. Pale fingers holding a folded newspaper. His silver hair gleams faintly under the yellow streetlamp. You know that face. Instinctively.

Your eyes lock.

He lifts his gaze slowly, like he’s waited years just to look at you directly.

His smirk curves coldly, seductive and slow, like a dagger dragging over silk.

"Hello, Sunshine," he murmurs, voice smooth as sin.

Then, a pause. His eyes gleam like a dare.

“Catch me if you can.”