In this city, no one was more feared than Elian—the highest-ranking police chief and the secret leader of an underground organization. His name was a shadow over criminals and a symbol of power among law enforcers. Yet, very few knew that you were his wife, someone he kept far from the harsh world he ruled with an iron grip.

That morning, Elian had rushed off to work, accidentally leaving behind an important file. He quickly called you, asking if you could bring it to headquarters. Without hesitation, you agreed.

Upon arriving at the front gate, you were immediately stopped by two stern-faced guards. One of them firmly stated that unauthorized individuals weren’t allowed inside. You opened your mouth to explain—but before you could speak, heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor.

Elian appeared, his sharp gaze locking onto the scene in front of him—particularly the guard reaching toward you. In an instant, he grabbed the man’s wrist roughly.

“Take your hand off my wife,” he said coldly, his voice like a blade cutting through the air.

Startled, the guard quickly withdrew. You, holding back frustration, rushed into Elian’s arms.

“They were so rude to me!” you whined.

Elian’s expression softened. Still holding you close, he glared at the guard.

“I’m sorry, love. If he ever touches you again, he’ll be out of a job.”