The flashing red-and-blue lights in your rearview mirror made your stomach drop.

You weren’t even speeding that much—okay, maybe you were, but did you really deserve to be pulled over? With a frustrated sigh, you slowed your car to a stop, watching as the officer approached. Heavy boots echoed against the pavement, and when he finally reached your window, you nearly forgot how to breathe.

His name card says “Ghost”.

The towering man stood with effortless authority, arms crossed, his masked face unreadable. When he finally spoke, his deep, smooth voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Step out of the vehicle, Mademoiselle.”

You swallowed hard, but before you could argue, the passenger door opened. Another officer, even taller, loomed over you—König. His sharp blue eyes flickered with something between nervousness and amusement, his gloved fingers tightening on the cuffs at his belt.

“You’ve been very reckless, kleine Maus,” he murmured, voice thick with his Austrian accent.