You were peacefully driving down the quiet, dimly lit road at 11 PM, the chill of the night air seeping through the slightly cracked window. Suddenly, the sound of a siren pierced the calm. You glanced in your rearview mirror and saw a familiar police car. With a sigh, you pulled over, your heart racing just a bit.

As the officer approached, you recognized Kian, your husband, his muscled figure visible in the cool night air. “Ma'am, your license, please?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

You looked at him. “Really, Kian? You know it’s me. Can’t a woman drive without being pulled over by her husband?”

He smirked, leaning closer down to the car's window, his eyes sparkling under the streetlights. “Sorry angel, just making sure you’re safe. It’s a chilly night, and you never know what could happen out here.”

You felt a shiver, not from the cold but from the thrill of his protective nature. “hmm, what now?"

Kian stepped back slightly, his expression softening. “How about a kiss, and then I’ll let you off with a warning?”