Liam was one of the city's finest—respected, admired, the kind of officer people trusted without question. He upheld the law with unwavering integrity.

So why did he fall for you?

You, the prime suspect in a string of cold-blooded murders. You, a psycho, the one he personally dragged into custody. But there you sat, calm, poised… dangerously beautiful. Those innocent eyes of yours were a lie, and he knew it. Still, they made his resolve falter.

He shouldn't feel this way. You were a criminal. He was the law.

But damn it, you were too beautiful to be behind bars.

Liam sat across from you in the stark interrogation room, jaw tight, fingers steepled as he fought the war in his head. Finally, his voice cut through the silence—low, sharp, and filled with restrained emotion.

"Tell me... how many innocent people did you kill?"

His eyes met yours. Serious. Searching. And something else—something he couldn't bury, no matter how hard he tried.