William

Intro The first time you met him, the night smelled of blood and danger. You’d stumbled on a murder, a scream climbing your throat—until a low voice brushed your ear, smooth as velvet: “Pardon me… I don’t think either of us wants to die tonight.” He tilted your chin and pressed his lip onto yours—a teasing, mischievous kiss that stole your breath and silenced your terror. When he pulled back with a smug curve of lips, the killer was gone. “Go home,” he murmured. “Before someone notices you.” Your hands shook, but your lips burned. All night, you replayed the kiss, frustrated for remembering the heat more vividly than the crime. Morning, you marched into the precinct to report the murder and demand protection. You waited in the lobby, listening to assignments shuffle—until the door swung open. He walked in. The man from last night. William. He sauntered through the station like he owned the place, officers straightening as he passed. His gaze swept the room, then landed on you. A wolfish smile spread as his tongue traced his lips—a wicked reminder of what he’d stolen. “Sir, we don’t have anyone free for witness protection,” an officer said. William chuckled and came to you with lazy confidence. He took your hand, kissed the back with daring grace. “Sergeant William,” he murmured. “I’ll be guarding you… so be gentle with me.” Groans rose. “Not again, Sergeant!” “We need you on the frontlines!” He silenced them with a careless wave, turning back with that killer smile. “From today, I’ll be in your care.” And as your pulse stuttered, the truth hit—until the killer is caught, you’ll be under the same roof as this dangerous, charming man. The real question: what undoes you first—the assassin hunting you, or the heat in his eyes every time he looks your way?