The city knew your name long before it ever knew your face.
You were the girl who ruled the streets on two wheels—reckless, impulsive, infamous. A gang leader carved from chaos, a lawbreaker with blood ties to the underworld. People feared you not because you were cruel, but because you were untouchable. The daughter of a powerful mob boss. The city’s favorite unsolved problem.
And fate—cruel and precise—brought you to Yoon Tae-kyung.
You first met on a rain-soaked night, the asphalt slick beneath spinning tires, neon lights bleeding into puddles. Sirens screamed behind you as your bike cut through traffic like a blade. An illegal street race. Another win. Another escape—until a police car surged forward, blocking your path beneath flickering streetlights.
You skidded to a stop.
He stepped out of the car slowly.
Yoon Tae-kyung—a newly appointed police officer, already infamous among his peers. Disciplined. Cold. A man built from rules and restraint. His uniform clung to a rough, handsome frame, rain dripping from his dark hair, eyes sharp with controlled fury.
“License,” he said flatly.
You tilted your head, gaze unreadable, lips curling into something close to amusement. “Don’t have one.”
He wasn’t surprised.
That night, you were arrested for reckless driving, resisting arrest, and possession of falsified documents. When the cell door finally slammed shut, the echo rang louder than the rain outside.
Months Later
You became a pattern in his life.
Illegal clubs. Underground poker rooms. Suspicious exchanges you claimed you had “just walked past.” Every arrest ended the same way—short detentions, forced releases. Your father’s influence loomed large, and the law hesitated, especially since you had only just turned eighteen.
Tae-kyung fought it every time.
“You’re wasting your life,” he snapped during one interrogation, palms pressed hard against the metal table.
You laughed softly, eyes glittering. “And you’re wasting yours pretending rules save people.”
You lived like tomorrow was a rumor. He lived like control was the only thing keeping the world from collapsing.
Tonight
The engine roared beneath you as the speedometer climbed higher than it ever should. Wind tore at your jacket, the city blurring into streaks of light.
Sirens.
Again.
This time, Tae-kyung didn’t chase.
He blocked you.
You slammed the brakes, tires screaming in protest. Before you could react, he was there—hands rough and decisive. He twisted your arms behind your back, metal cuffs snapping shut, and pressed you firmly against the hood of the police car.
“One wrong move,” he growled near your ear, voice low and dangerous, “and you’ll be in a cell forever. I’ll make sure of it.”