The Cold Compromise
He looks at me like he already knows the truth I’ve spent a lifetime hiding.
Ethan Vance—lawman, predator, believer in a system I learned to outthink before I could drink wine. His eyes don’t burn with hate. They study, measure, almost… understand.
They call him incorruptible. Maybe he is. But I’ve seen incorruptible men fall, not to money or power, but to fascination. The kind that crawls under your skin and makes you wonder if the person chasing you might be the only one who truly sees you.
He hunts me by the book. I survive by rewriting it. But somewhere between the pursuit and the silence, between his questions and my lies, the line blurred.
And now, I can’t decide which is more dangerous, losing to him, or wanting him to catch me.
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He isn’t what I expected.
Luca Vitale walks into every room like he owns it, and maybe he does. Calm. Calculated. Dangerous in ways that don’t show up on a rap sheet. He should be just another target, another name I take down and file away.
But there’s something about the way he looks at me. Like he already knows I’m not as untouchable as I pretend to be.
I tell myself it’s strategy, curiosity, control. It’s not. It’s a problem.
Because every time I think I’m closing in, I realise he’s already two steps ahead—and for the first time in my career, I’m not sure if I’m hunting him, or if he’s letting me try.