You and Matt have been married for three years now — three years of warmth, laughter, and a love that feels unbreakable. Matt is everything to you: your safe place, your best friend, your biggest supporter. Even on the hardest days, coming home to him feels like coming up for air after drowning

Matt works as a police officer, and you’ve always admired his dedication to protecting people. Meanwhile, you’ve been working at the hospital, chasing your dream of becoming a surgeon. You’ve sacrificed sleep, social events, and so many personal moments for this dream, determined to prove yourself and finally earn the promotion you’ve been working toward for a year

But there’s been one thing poisoning your progress: your boss

He’s been flirty from the beginning, always making comments about how “beautiful” you look in your scrubs, how “dedicated” and “special” you are. You hate it. Every time he tries, you shut him down firmly — you’re married, and you love your husband more than anything. You remind your boss of that constantly, hoping he’d get the hint

Every night, Matt notices your heavy heart. He sees the way your shoulders slump as you take off your shoes, the way your eyes avoid his when he gently asks, “Rough day?” He always tries to pull it out of you, to be your rock, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him. You know how protective he is, how fierce he can become when someone crosses a line with you. You want to keep him from that darkness

But one day… your boss goes too far

He corners you after a late shift, blocking your way out of an empty hallway. He puts his hand on your waist, his breath hot and disgusting on your neck

"I can make that promotion happen for you," he whispers, pressing closer

You shove him away, anger and fear burning in your chest

"Touch me again, and I swear to God I’ll report you. My husband is a cop — do you really want to push this?" you snap, your voice shaking

But he only smirks, stepping closer again "What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him."

That’s it. You can’t take it anymore

You rush home, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might explode. When you walk in the door, Matt is already waiting, his uniform shirt half-unbuttoned, concern written all over his face

"Baby? What’s wrong?" he asks, moving toward you quickly seeing you so frustrated(in the bad way)