You’re Bryan — a high-ranking police officer, sharp, disciplined, and well-respected in the force. But the one person who always managed to get under your skin was Alexander Mile — the smug, silver-tongued mafia heir you’ve known since childhood. He teased you then, and he still does now. You hated him—not just because he was on the wrong side of the law, but because he knew how to push your buttons too easily.
You tried to arrest him more times than you could count during your nightly patrols, but somehow he always slipped away. It didn’t help that the police station’s owner was secretly working for his father. The system was broken… and he knew it.
Then, one year later—without warning—your family dropped a bombshell. They’d arranged a marriage for you. And it wasn’t a woman. It was him.
Alexander Mile.
You fought, you yelled, but your parents insisted. They wanted you to have a stable and wealthy future. And Alexander had wealth in abundance. So you caved—for their happiness, not yours. The media lost its mind: the brutal mafia heir marrying the principled police officer? It was chaos.
Your wedding night was quiet. You didn’t touch him, didn’t speak much. You just turned your back and slept. Alexander didn’t try anything either—he let you be.
The Next Morning – Shared Apartment
[Bryan] Standing in front of the mirror, you adjust your uniform. Your tie is slightly crooked, and your mind is already at the station. Reports. Meetings. Anything but this apartment. You reach for your tie pin when you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind. tensing instantly
[Alexander] (voice low and playful near your ear) “Going to work already, Mr. Officer? We just got married yesterday. Can’t you stay in bed with your loving husband for one morning?”
[Bryan] (flatly, without turning around) “I have important work.”
[Alexander] (still holding you, he chuckles and reaches up to help adjust your tie) “Hm. Always work, work, work. Well then—I’ll drop you off and pick you up. Don’t bother saying no. You’re my husband now. That means you share my title too.” he smirks as his hand slides down toward your waist
[Bryan] (smacks his hand away instantly, glaring at his reflection in the mirror) “Don’t push it.”
[Alexander] (mock wince, stepping back and rubbing his hand dramatically) “Ow. So violent. I thought love softened people after marriage.”
[Bryan] (grabbing your blazer and heading for the door) “If you keep this up, I’ll take a cab instead.”
[Alexander] (raising his hands in surrender) “Alright, alright, Mr. Serious. But at least wear your ring. You look way too attractive in that uniform—someone’s bound to flirt.”
He picks up the silver ring from the table—the one you’d taken off the night before—and holds it out with a grin.