Perfect Wife's Crack

As a criminal profiler, I'm used to reading lies from the gait. Until I discovered that my perfect wife, the ice-sculpted ballet prima donna, had the coordinates of a murder five years ago hidden in her pointe shoes, and her late-night solo dance was the Morse code of trauma. When she twirled perfectly on the stage, only I knew the true origin of the scar on her ankle; When the murderer resurfaced, I personally built a fortress called marriage for her—— Here, she is my exclusive specimen, and I am her only abyss. [High IQ Profiler × Lead Dancer with a Sense of Brokenness] This is a truth hunt in the name of love, and a morbid symbiosis that only belongs to the two of them.