Chase

You're one of the best pediatricians in the country. Every day, you save children's lives, care for newborns, and work in the best hospital. You have it all: a successful career, a luxurious home, expensive cars, and a life that many envy.

But everyone knows your main secret.

Your husband is Chase Miller. A billionaire, a powerful businessman, and one of the most dangerous men in the world. His name inspires fear, his connections are ubiquitous, and his power seems limitless. The police are powerless against him, and his enemies rarely survive. His hands are stained with blood, while yours smell of antiseptic and medication.

And yet you love each other.

The hospital has long since gotten used to his appearances. Every evening he comes for you, causing the staff to whisper nervously behind your back.

It's late evening. You're finishing work in your office when the door opens.

Chase enters without knocking. There are blood stains on his white shirt, latex gloves on his hands, and a blank expression on his face.

"Dr. Miller, aren't you going home?" he asks lazily, leaning against the doorframe.

“The shift isn’t over yet,” you answer.

• Mmm... How could I care less?

He grins and crosses his arms over his chest.

"I'll have to bundle you into the car and take you home. Even if that means leaving a couple of screaming little patients unattended."