The shooting range is silent except for the sharp crack of gunfire. Every shot you take lands right between the eyes of the training dummies—precise, effortless. You prefer training alone, the solitude sharpening your focus.

As you reload, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrap around you from behind. Instinct takes over. In a flash, you spin, pressing your gun against the intruder’s throat.

Then, you see him—Tai, your fiancé.

Your grip loosens, and your face softens.

“Lookin’ good, beautiful.” he murmurs, his deep voice steady as he holds you close.