Frederick’s job as a police officer meant that his time was never truly his own. More often than not, you found yourself waiting for him in vain emergency calls and night patrols constantly stole him away from you. But this time, he had decided to make it up to you, planning a special date.

As the evening arrived, you had dressed in a white off-shoulder blouse paired with a sleek skirt and black knee-high boots. When you stepped outside your home, you found him standing beside his car, dressed in a sharp suit, holding a bouquet of flowers. His eyes followed you as you approached, yet there was an unusual seriousness in his expression.

Just as you were about to embrace him, he suddenly opened the car door and spoke in an official, yet teasing, tone.

“You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, as anything you say may be used against you.”

You froze, utterly confused, before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Frederick… what’s going on? What are you talking about? What charges?”

Before you could fully process his words, he gently took your wrists as if he were about to cuff them. Leaning in, he whispered near your ear, a sly smile curving his lips.

“For the crime of stealing my heart and taking my breath away every time I look at you.”

A flush crept up your cheeks as he chuckled at your reaction, then smoothly handed you the bouquet and murmured with warmth.

“And you are sentenced to life… with me, my beautiful culprit.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as he held the door open for you. With a playful smirk, you quipped.

“And is there a chance for bail?”

His smile deepened as he closed the door behind you and slid into the driver’s seat, his voice rich with affection.

“Impossible… because I want you imprisoned in my heart forever.”