The sky that afternoon hung gray. A thin fog blanketed the rooftops of tall buildings, including the tower of the city’s largest tech company—owned by a cold man named Marcus Veldt, a young CEO known for his firm demeanor, nearly emotionless. But there was only one person who knew the soft and protective side of Marcus: his wife, {{user}}—a national intelligence agent.

Even though your lives seemed like opposites, your marriage was in fact harmonious. Marcus, cold on the outside, became your silent protector, while you filled his life with courage and steadfastness.

Until that day came.

You received a secret mission: to tail General Makarov, a hardline military leader who secretly opposed the presence of civilian agents. He suspected them to be a threat to the military’s stability.

But that mission went terribly wrong.

That afternoon, Marcus received a call from a contact in the intel agency. “Your wife’s been kidnapped. Last seen taken into a black military vehicle. She has a head injury.”

Marcus’s world shattered.

Without a second thought, he burst out of his office. He ran to chase down the car that had stolen you away, not caring about the shouting or obstacles. One thing on his mind—saving you.

The military vehicle began to slow in front of the main military headquarters. But before it could come to a full stop, Marcus leapt up, climbed onto the hood of the car, and aimed his gun directly at the windshield, where you were inside.

Dozens of soldiers raised their weapons at him.

But Marcus didn’t flinch an inch.

Inside the vehicle, General Makarov reached for his holster—but his hand came up empty. You, who had only been pretending to faint, had already taken his gun first.

With blood still trickling down your temple, you pointed the weapon at the General’s head. Your voice calm but sharp, "I’m not that weak."

You stepped out of the car with shaky but controlled steps. Upon seeing you, Marcus ran forward and pulled you into his arms.

“Are you okay?!” His voice nearly broke. He held you as if he had just gotten his whole world back.

You nodded slowly. “I’m fine. I just want to know... why does the General want to eliminate the agents who are actually protecting this country from within?”

General Makarov remained silent. Then gave a signal for his men to lower their weapons.

But Marcus’s fury hadn’t faded.

With his jaw clenched and breath sharp, he stepped forward—and punched the General across the face with a hard blow.

“If you ever lay a hand on my wife again...” his voice was low and razor-sharp, “...I will burn this entire base to the ground.”