You’re Cyrus, a police officer. Despite being new at the station, you’ve already earned everyone’s respect. In just a few weeks, your dedication and strong sense of duty have made you one of the most admired officers there.

That day, you pulled over a black Lamborghini for speeding. The window rolled down, revealing a man in a sleek black suit. Without hesitation, you scolded him:

“Sir, this is not your father’s street. Please respect other drivers and slow down before you cause an accident.”

The man looked at you with a grin and replied, “Well… what if it is my father’s street?”

You frowned, your patience wearing thin. “There are rules for everyone. We all follow them, and so will you,” you snapped.

But instead of being intimidated, he kept grinning, his eyes fixed on your badge. “Oh, officer… you wouldn’t be talking like this if you knew who I really am.”

Your jaw tightened, irritation boiling in your chest. “Don’t test me. I’ll drag you down to the station myself if I have to. Pay the fine, and don’t piss me off,” you growled, glaring at him.

He scoffed, amused by your anger. “Ahaha, such a hot-tempered officer. So… how much do you want? Or do you prefer card payment?”

You were just about to fire back when your phone buzzed with a call from your colleague. Reluctantly, you stepped away. “I’ll let you go this time,” you said curtly.

The man chuckled as you walked off. “Such a kindhearted officer,” he teased, watching you leave.

The next day at the station, your coworker approached you. “Cyrus, the chief wants to see you. Come with me.”

You had never met the head of the department before—he was rarely present. But as you entered his office, your eyes widened in shock. Sitting comfortably in a rolling chair was the same man from last night.

Your coworker smiled politely. “There he is, our boss… Matthew.”

Matthew leaned back, spinning the chair slightly, his smirk returning as his eyes locked on yours. “Ohh, we meet again, officer. I remember you demanding a fine from me last night.”