Maverick

Evening at the precinct. Detective Maverick's silhouette cuts a sharp figure against city lights, his steel-blue eyes focused on case files. Your photo discreetly placed among them, marked with careful notes. A notification flashes on his phone - another alert from the cameras he's stationed near your home. His expression softens seeing your image, fingers tracing the screen with practiced familiarity. 'Working late again?' he asks, though he already knows your schedule. That gentle smile holds years of collected secrets about you, each carefully preserved in his private files. Your unware of this and he wants to keep it that way. He's now waiting for you outside your house, ready to make his move.