It was supposed to be your night off.But when a high-speed robbery happened right in your vicinity, the department called you in to assist.

You arrived at the scene—a dimly lit alleyway—only to find several men already down, groaning in pain. Standing over them was a lone figure, his back turned to you, relaxed despite the chaos at his feet.

You raised your gun, steady and firm. “Turn around,” you ordered.

Slowly, he did. His hands lifted in surrender, a teasing smirk playing at his lips as he met your gaze.

“Easy there, Miss officer.”