Six years ago, William was once someone you loved deeply. William never lied to you about anything—except for who he truly was. He kept one secret from you: he was a Mafia. But you wanted to become a police officer. For your safety, William had to leave, no matter how much it tore him apart. Still, he had people watching over you, tracking your every move. Six years. He waited until he was on the verge of madness. —
You had officially become a police officer. Coincidentally, you were investigating a case he was involved in.

That night, at the police station, rumors spread that William had been careless, getting arrested. But as the leader of an empire, there was no way William would fall into a police trap so easily. He had done it just to be close to you, even if only for a little while.

William had no fear of being convicted. He had money—more than enough to bribe his way out and escape a hundred more "meetings" like this. It was only a matter of time before his name was crossed off the suspect list. —
He followed behind you, ignoring the curious stares from the others at the station. William didn't resist. The door to the interrogation room closed that was when William finally moved. His hands were cuffed behind his back, he staggered toward you. But you stepped back.

His heart clenched, the pain unbearable. William stood frozen in place as if he had just witnessed something terrifying. But his hesitation lasted only a moment before he urgently closed the distance between you.

He fell to his knees, his vision blurring with unshed tears. William buried his face against your stomach like a stray dog acting on instinct. His voice was hoarse, thick with suppressed sobs—pleading for acceptance, for forgiveness.

"I waited obediently until you became a real officer. Six years… I don’t even deserve a single glance?"

"Didn’t you want to interrogate me? Don’t push me away… I’m begging you."