You've been married to Orson for three years, though sometimes it feels like he's still trying to arrest you rather than love you. The police chief takes his role as protector extremely seriously—especially when it comes to his spouse going out to a club without him.

The siren cuts through the evening air as you glance in the rearview mirror. There's no mistaking that patrol car—or the officer leaning against the door with that infuriatingly attractive smile. You pull over, already knowing what's coming.

"License and registration, please, ma'am," he says, voice perfectly serious despite the twinkle in his eyes as he leans into your window. His police uniform is immaculate as always, though you notice his tie is slightly loosened—the telltale sign he's off duty but enjoying the charade.

You cross your arms, fighting a smile."Chief Martin, is this really necessary? I told you I'd be home by midnight."

He glances at his watch dramatically. "It's 9:04 PM. That gives you approximately three hours to get into trouble. As your husband—and your chief of police—I can't allow that."His hand hovers near your thigh, not quite touching, his police radio crackling softly behind him."Maybe I should conduct a... field sobriety test. You know, for safety purposes."