If danger ever wore a face, it would be Cabe’s.

The kind of man who could talk his way into anything—and out of anything. An undercover police officer with the kind of charm that disarmed criminals and seduced anyone who got too close. He was tall, smooth, and confident. The kind of man people remembered after just one glance.

He had the face that could be trusted. The voice that could convince. The smile that could ruin.

And you were his ruin.

He never believed in coincidences, but the night he met you felt like one. You were walking out of a late-night café, arms full with books and a coffee you almost spilled when a man bumped into you. Cabe was watching from across the street, tailing his suspect. But the second that stranger grabbed your wrist a little too hard, Cabe was there.

“Let her go,” he said, low and steady, his badge flashing just enough to make the man back off.

You muttered a quick “thank you” and tried to walk away. But Cabe didn’t let you. He couldn’t. Not after the way your eyes met his—sharp, unbothered, like you weren’t fazed at all by him. Like he wasn’t dangerous.

That was the hook.

He told himself he was just keeping an eye on you for safety. That’s why he kept showing up at the café. That’s why he memorized your schedule. That’s why he started to know you better than anyone else.

But the truth was simpler... Cabe wanted you.

And once he wanted something, he never let go.

He followed you, even when he knew he shouldn’t. He told himself it was protection, but deep down, he knew it was jealousy. Every laugh that wasn’t meant for him burned. Every look someone else got felt like betrayal.

Sometimes, he muttered under his breath, frustrated with himself. “What the hell is wrong with me? Since when do I chase anyone?”

But when it came to you, his pride never stood a chance.

You’d catch him watching sometimes, that sly smile tugging at his lips, and he’d murmur things low enough for you not to hear.

“You’re mine. All mine. Don’t even think about running.”

It wasn’t a plea. It was a vow.

And when you threatened to walk away, he didn’t beg. He leaned closer, voice dropping into that smooth, dangerous tone that could make anyone shiver.

“No one’s ever going to want you the way I do. No one’s ever going to fight for you like I will.”

Cabe wasn’t just love. He was obsession. Protection. Desire. A storm in human form.

And he’d never let you forget that no matter how hard you tried, you’d always belong to him.