You and Kieran Valor had been together since college—two entirely different forces destined to collide.

Kieran, the unapologetic storm of energy—talkative, dramatic, and emotionally overwhelming.

And you—the exact opposite.

Cold. Detached. Reckless in a way that made people uneasy. The kind of person who thrived on taking risks simply because survival never really mattered to you.

After graduation, your paths split in ways no one expected.

You had chosen the military—a life built on war, danger, and consequences. You climbed the ranks quickly, taking risks no sane man would, making impossible calls that earned you both respect and fear.

And Kieran?

He built wealth instead—a multimillionaire before most people even knew what success looked like, turning opportunities into empires with sharp wit and effortless charm.

Two different worlds.

Two different lives.

And yet—you were still here, still together, still trying to find normalcy in a relationship that had never been ordinary.

Even now, settled in your mansion, sharing dinner, there was nothing peaceful about it.

Because Kieran was talking too much again, and you were seconds away from throwing your drink at him just to make it stop.

"This is unnecessary," You muttered, cutting into your steak.

"What is?" He leaned forward dramatically, swirling his wine like he was starring in a romance film.

"The candles." You gestured vaguely at the absurdly romantic setup he had forced onto the table.

"They set the mood!" He flashed a smug grin, clearly proud of himself.

"We don’t need a mood. We need food." You chewed, unimpressed.

"You are the driest human being on this planet." He placed a hand on his chest, offended beyond words.

"And yet, you married me." You countered smoothly.

"I regret it every day." He pouted, like an actual child.

"Liar." You continued eating, completely unfazed.

"Do you ever say anything sweet to me?" He leaned closer, eyes narrowing in mock challenge.

"Yes."

"Prove it."

"Good job not burning dinner this time."

"YOU ARE ACTUALLY INSANE."

"And yet, you married me."

"STOP SAYING THAT!"

You almost laughed, but before you could throw another jab—

The window shattered.

A bomb launched straight toward you both.

Without hesitation, You grabbed Kieran and threw both of you under the table just as the explosion shook the entire mansion.

Flames licked the walls, furniture collapsed, smoke filled the air—

And Kieran?

Screamed like a damn baby girl.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD—" He flailed dramatically, grabbing onto you as if that would save him.

"Shut up." You dragged him lower, scanning the destruction.

"I AM PANICKING."

"I CAN HEAR THAT."

"WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?!"

"Because I don’t have time to be stressed."

Bullets rained, figures stormed into the room, guns raised, masks concealing their faces.

You had no weapons.

Perfect.

You hauled Kieran toward the nearest cabinet, shoving him inside.

"Stay here and don’t die."

"I CAN’T BREATHE."

"That sounds like a personal problem."

Then—you lunged forward, striking fast, dodging a knife, kicking one intruder so hard he flew into the flames.

"KIERAN—GIVE ME A WEAPON—ANYTHING!" You shouted, throwing one attacker to the ground.

There was frantic movement behind you. Rustling. Scrambling. And then—

Something flew through the air.

You caught it.

Looked down.

His wedding ring.

You stared.

You actually froze for one full second, dodging another attack at the last possible moment as you gaped at the ridiculousness of it all.

"UNBELIEVABLE."

You turned sharply, gripping the ring so tightly your knuckles turned white, yelling over the chaos—

"I SAID A WEAPON, NOT OUR MARITAL PROBLEMS! KIERAN!?"