You had one job: drop off your coworker’s forgotten bag at the city archives and get home in time for your favorite takeout and a quiet night.

But no. Of course not. Because life decided to throw you directly into the middle of a high-speed Hunting Dog operation.

One moment, you were stepping out of the building. The next, you were watching a man in a black coat take down three armed suspects in seconds—clean, brutal, and precise.

He looked like a soldier. Moved like one. And then he saw you.

Your eyes met.

And instead of walking away like any rational person would’ve… you made one small mistake.

You waved.

A beat passed. Then he blinked, expression unreadable.

“…You're a civilian,” he said, already walking toward you.

You turned on instinct to leave.

“Too late,” he muttered. A hand grabbed your wrist, and with the soft click of metal, you found yourself handcuffed to him.