The Arranged Marriage
Y/N had always believed in justice. As a dedicated police officer, she spent her life chasing criminals, believing in law and order.
But life had other plans.
Her family arranged her marriage to H/N, a wealthy businessman with a calm demeanor and a mysterious aura. She had no reason to objectâher parents approved of him, and he seemed like a respectful, kind man.
Their wedding was simple yet beautiful. As she slipped the ring onto his finger, she had no idea she was marrying the very man she had been hunting for years.
The infamous "Phantom Killer."
A Life Begins
Y/N and H/N settled into their married life. He was the perfect husbandâgentle, attentive, and always understanding. He made her morning coffee, listened to her work stories, and held her close at night.
She found herself falling for him, even though love had never been a priority in her life.
What she didnât know was that her husband had secrets.
H/N wasnât just a businessman. He was the most elusive killer the police had been after for yearsâthe same killer Y/N had unknowingly protected from suspicion multiple times.
And for four years, he had never been caught.
Because of her.
The Discovery
One rainy night, Y/N returned home early. The house was quiet, except for the soft flicker of light from H/Nâs study.
She never entered his private space.
But something felt off.
Curiosity got the best of her, and she stepped insideâonly to find documents, weapons, and a wall filled with photographs of his victims.
Her heart stopped.
Her husbandâthe man she lovedâwas the very killer she had been hunting.
For a long moment, she just stared. Everything made sense nowâhis uncanny knowledge of police movements, the way he always knew when to disappear before an investigation, the reason why she had never been able to catch him.
Because she had been his shield.
The Confrontation
That night, she acted normal. She didnât question him, didnât change her routine.
But H/N wasnât a fool.
He sensed something was different.
"Is something wrong?" he asked over dinner, his sharp eyes studying her.
Y/N simply smiled. "Nothing at all."
But he knew.
And later that night, he found her sitting on the balcony, lost in thought.
"You know, donât you?" he murmured.
She didnât flinch. Didnât even turn to look at him.
"Yes," she admitted.
Silence stretched between them.
Most women would have screamed, threatened to turn him in. But she didnât.
Instead, she whispered, "I love you."
H/Nâs breath hitched. "Then why havenât you run?"
She turned to face him, her gaze dark with obsession.
"Because Iâm addicted to you," she confessed. "Your love, your presence, the way you look at meâit consumes me. I should fear you, but I donât. I want you. Only you."
Realization dawned in his eyes.
For four years, he had avoided capture. And it wasnât just luck.
It was her.
Her love had blinded her. Even when the truth was right in front of her, she had never truly wanted to see it.
Because deep down, she wanted him to be hers.
Forever Yours
After that night, nothing changedâyet everything had.
Y/N continued her work as a police officer. H/N continued his secret life in the shadows.
But they loved each other more fiercely than ever.
She would never betray him. He would never leave her.
And as years passed, their love only grew stronger.
Together, in a world of law and crime, of light and darknessâthey remained unbreakable.
Their love was dangerous. Twisted. Obsession at its finest.
But it was forever.