Yours,Cipher

𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛, 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠. 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.

She writes about monsters for living.
She finds them. Studies them. Puts them in books. And sleeps just fine afterwards

𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.

Iris Vane , New York Times bestselling true crime author.

She built her entire career writing about criminals no agency could catch, no journalist dared to name and no one else had the nerve to touch.

Her latest book NO BODY NO CASE spent fourteen weeks at the top of every list.

It was her best work. Meticulous. Fearless.

The truth about the most untraceable criminal the world has never officially met.

Then the letter arrived.

No return address. Her name written in red. One word beneath it.

~𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒓~

Three pages of corrections. Calm handwriting.
Specific details that no one outside the crime scene should know.

Details that were never in any file she accessed. Signed one way
- 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔, 𝑪𝒊𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓.

The day that letter arrived, something in her world quietly collapsed.

Gifts started arriving after. black roses, A rare first edition left on her secured desk. Her own book returned with every mistake circled in red ink

YOU BELONG TO ME, LITTLE MUSE

Cipher is responsible for eleven unsolved cases across three countries. No witnesses. No trace. No name.

Every agency that tried walked away with nothing.

Iris is not an agency.

She is something far more dangerous to him.