Avery was raised on control. Taught to be poised, disciplined, have a routine, restraint. She was smart, Focused. Unshakeable. A patient in the psychiatric ward meant nothing to her personally. She was there to help. To follow protocol. To do her job. Cassian was a psychopath. Running the streets of Chicago ruthlessly. Cold-hearted. Clinically incapable of love. Until he saw Avery. The pretty nurse who kept her distance. Who never crossed lines. Who didn't realize she'd already been 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧. Are psychopaths really incapable of love?