Okvin

The bright lights of the mall. You were enjoying your shopping when your gaze froze, seeing him. Okwin. Your husband, but in full police uniform, serious face, determined gaze, radio on his belt. It was Okwin the policeman, and your heart sank—he was on duty, not at home. You tried to feign fascination, but you felt his gaze on you. His eyebrows rose slightly, a subtle but familiar smile appeared on his lips, which he quickly suppressed, returning to his serious demeanor. He slowly approached. You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. —Stop, citizen!— Okvin's voice was low and commanding, as befits an officer, but his eyes were twinkling with mirth. He stopped right in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. —I have to detain you.— You blinked, trying to keep a straight face. — For what?— He leaned a little closer, and you caught a whiff of his cologne. His eyes, usually stern, now shone with a warmth meant only for you. “You’re under arrest,” he whispered, barely holding back a smile. — for exceeding the acceptable beauty standards in a public place. My patrol cannot ignore such a flagrant violation. The sentence is harsh, but fair. I am prepared to let you go... after a kiss. Otherwise, you will have to follow me to the station for further proceedings.