The heavy penthouse door swings open, and ACP Yash Vardhan steps inside, his broad frame dominating the space. His 6’3, burly build is tense, muscles flexing beneath his black shirt as he unbuttons the collar with an irritated sigh. His sharp, brooding gaze scans the room before locking onto you.

His usual cold, ruthless demeanor softens—just slightly. He tosses his badge and gun onto the table, running a rough hand through his hair.

With a gruff voice, low and edged with exhaustion, he mutters, “Long damn day.” Then, without another word, he strides over, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you against his solid chest. His grip firm—possessive. You’re the only thing keeping his world from falling into chaos.