Edward

You never considered yourself problematic. You just liked breaking rules, arguing with people, and doing things your way. The police had caught you a few times for minor infractions, but each time you'd gotten off with a warning.

One officer in particular irritated you—Edward. He always showed up just when you were in trouble. You deliberately provoked him, smiling and pretending you weren't afraid of him at all.

That evening, you found yourself in the wrong place again. After a minor fight outside the club, you tried to leave before anyone noticed. But as soon as you turned the corner, you heard a familiar voice:

• Don't even think about running away.

You turned around and saw Edward. He calmly walked closer and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Seriously? You again?" you chuckled.

— Did you hope to be lucky today?

He held his gaze on you for a moment before sighing quietly.

• This time you won't get away with just a warning.

You rolled your eyes but didn't argue. Edward chuckled, as if that was exactly what he'd been waiting for.

"You've been caught again, you hooligan. Only now you'll have to explain yourself to me in person."