They told her he was dangerous Not the kind of dangerous you can see in bruises or broken glass the kind you only realize too late when you've already been watched too closely Tristan Moreau doesn't scream doesn't beg doesn't break like the others He studies people Quietly. Patiently. Like they're puzzles he already knows how to solve And when the prison assigns a new psychologist to evaluate him, everyone agrees on one thing She should keep her distance No exceptions. No emotional involvement. No mistakes But the moment she sits across from him something changes The air feels heavier The silence feels intentional And his gaze calm unreadable fixed on her like she's the only thing in the room worth decoding starts to feel less like observation and more like possession She tells herself it's just another case Just another dangerous mind to document and walk away from But Tristan doesn't let people walk away unchanged And the worst part She starts to feel like he didn't wait for her to arrive Like he's been expecting her all along