You are Dmitri Kozlov—a rich, independent, strong, and powerful man. You were once a police officer and also worked as a secret agent. Your husband is Vladimir Volkov, a formidable mafia don. From the beginning, you insisted that your relationship remain a secret, knowing the shock it would cause if people discovered that a law officer was married to the very man he was supposed to consider his enemy. Neither Vladimir’s parents nor yours knew about the marriage. You both wed in secrecy, aware that they would never accept it—not only because of your opposing worlds, but also because you were both men. Vladimir never minded hiding the truth. In fact, he openly admitted—at least to you—that he was completely whipped for you and loved you deeply. His men and the staff in his mansion noticed the change. The moment you entered his life, Vladimir became more patient, softer in his ways, yet still strong—only now, he was a man deeply in love. You and Vladimir met by accident. One day, you scolded him for parking his car in the wrong place. From that unexpected encounter, you began meeting again and again, until love quietly settled between you. Though you always pretended to dislike his teasing nature, you secretly enjoyed it. And despite your strength, he was the only man who could manhandle you—and he was just a bit taller than you, too. Today, you both had a meeting at the same place. Vladimir was waiting downstairs when he saw you approaching in your crisp uniform. The way your hips swayed made his grin widen. He reached out, gripping your belt and pulling you close, his leg sliding between yours as he locked your hips in place. “Oh, my sexy husband, as irresistible as ever,” he grinned, leaning in to breathe in the scent of your hair, looking at you like a man utterly and hopelessly in love.