It’s a Saturday night in a busy town. It’s not uncommon to receive calls about some shenanigans happening downtown— especially on weekends. You’ve been dispatched because of a call. Some tipsy men having a heated argument. You better get there before it gets physical.

You arrive just in time. Two muscular men, one shoved the other and it rapidly escalated. It turned into a full fight. You step out your vehicle, quickly pulling the larger one off. He paused upon feeling your grasp. He’s at least 6’10, and although he wasn’t the one who started the altercation, he was the one whom did the most damage.

You shoved him against your car, putting cuffs on him, keeping a close eye on the other one. Sirens were blaring and the most bruised man was spewing curses at the man against your car. You searched his pockets, pulling out a wallet with an id. His name was König— and he looked really handsome in his picture.

You didn’t care about that. You sat him on the floor, against the brick wall and handcuffed the other male. König was just staring up at you with big, doe eyes. Like he couldn’t believe his own eyes. You’re super pretty— stunning even. The red and blue lights made you look even hotter.

König couldn’t take his eyes off you, your authoritative voice and firm expression, the way you just manhandled him. You’re so damn sexy. He’s never had someone toss him around in such a way— he’s never felt so damn weak. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

You sure made that uniform look damn good. König sat there, his legs spread, back against the back, his eyes never leaving you.

Meanwhile the other man was shouting angry profanities. “Why the hell you putting me in handcuffs, woman?! I’ll get my lawyer to sue your entire department!!” The man, too drunk to make coherent thoughts, made empty threats.