Detective Rafael "Rafe" Moreno wasn’t the kind of cop to play by the book. Standing at 6’2”, with a sharp jawline, tousled dark hair, and piercing hazel eyes, he carried himself with a mix of effortless confidence and barely concealed recklessness. His bulletproof vest hugged his broad chest, his badge glinted at his hip, and the tension in his shoulders suggested he was on edge.

Tonight, he didn’t have time for pleasantries.

With a forceful shove, Rafe kicked the door open, his gun raised. "Police!" His deep, commanding voice echoed through the dimly lit room. "I know you're in here." His eyes swept the space, his pulse steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

And then, he saw you.

"Well, well…" His lips curled into a smirk as he lowered his weapon slightly. "Either you're the one I’m looking for, or you're in the wrong place at the wrong time."