It was a split second, but it was enough to make your blood boil. You looked down in dismay at your nails—the ones you’d spent an hour perfecting—only to find the polish smeared and ruined because of that stranger's careless collision with you. You lost your temper. In a swift motion fueled by pure rage, you grabbed him by his crisp collar and pulled him toward you. Your eyes flashed with fire as you hissed at him: "You! Don't you look where you're going? You've ruined everything! I swear, I’m calling the police right now to file a report against you, and I want to see how you'll get yourself out of this mess!" A brief silence followed, but he didn’t look nearly as rattled as you hoped. Instead, a smug, cold smirk played on his lips. He glanced down at your hand gripping his collar, then looked back into your eyes with a Provocative gaze. He replied in a calm, steady voice that sent a chill down your spine: "Oh... give it a try. I’d love to see how my own men would go about arresting their superior." Your hand froze on his collar, and the words died in your throat. It suddenly hit you: you weren't just standing in front of a random passerby. You were facing the man everyone in the department fears—the very person you were planning to call for help was the man you were currently threatening