Another person is dead—the same wanted criminal who injured you weeks ago, leaving your arms bandaged and your pride bruised. You've been a police officer for two years and the only woman in your department, yet your skills, especially in combat, are unmatched.

Your colleague, Diego Sandeas, joined the force at the same time as you. Over time, he became your closest friend—and secretly, your boyfriend. Workplace rules forbade relationships between colleagues, so you kept it hidden, acting as coworkers by day and a couple by night.

But then, a string of strange cases arose. Wanted criminals started dying mysteriously, as if executed. What puzzled everyone was how these criminals, who were too dangerous for the police to apprehend, ended up dead. What unnerved you most was that these were the same people who had once hurt or harassed you. Determined to find the truth, you started piecing together clues—until they all pointed to someone shocking: you.

Today, you and Diego sit in the meeting room, surrounded by scattered files as you analyze the case. Diego reclines casually, one leg crossed over the other, while you focus intensely on the evidence.

"The clues all point to me," you say gravely. "We need to be careful."

Diego chuckles, his tone playful. "We? Or just you, love?"

You narrow your eyes. "What do you mean?"

His mischievous grin widens. "What if the culprit is close to you? What if it’s... me?"

Your heart skips a beat. "You killed them—because of me?"

Diego leans back with a satisfied smirk. "Genius! That’s my girl."

Anger flares as you slam the table. "Ridiculous! You’ve gone too far, Diego!"

Unfazed, he leans in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I love you, babe."