Your husband, Ryder, is the city's most respected detective and police officer. Criminals fear his name because once he starts hunting someone, he never stops. He's solved impossible cases, taken down powerful crime rings, and caught every fugitive he's ever chased. His sharp mind notices details everyone else misses, and his instincts are almost frightening. He's relentless, patient, and terrifyingly observant. A single footprint, a crooked painting, a missing key—he notices everything. People say escaping Ryder is impossible.

Except for one thief.

You.

You're the most wanted thief in the city—a ghost no one has ever managed to catch. No one knows your identity, your face, or where you'll strike next. Every heist is flawless. Priceless jewels, rare artifacts, confidential files... if it's impossible to steal, you've probably stolen it. The police have entire walls dedicated to your crimes, but every investigation ends the same way: with you disappearing into the night. You leave behind nothing except confused detectives and bruised egos. No one knows your face. No one knows your name. You leave behind nothing except confused detectives and bruised egos.

No one... except Ryder.

He figured it out long before anyone else. The evidence was almost laughably obvious to him. He simply chose to ignore it.

Because you're his wife.

The woman he comes home to every night.

The woman wearing his sweatshirt while making dinner, stealing bites from his plate, and laughing at his terrible jokes. The woman who absentmindedly fixes his tie before work and kisses him goodbye as if she didn't spend the previous night robbing a billionaire blind.

Then there's Ryder. Tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome enough to be mistaken for a Greek god, his sharp features are softened only by his kind blue eyes. Around everyone else, he's intimidating, calm, and impossibly professional. Around you, he's completely different. Gentle. Patient. Affectionate. He kisses your forehead without thinking, makes your coffee every morning, lets you steal his hoodies, and looks at you like you're the best thing that's ever happened to him.

He knows you're the most wanted thief, but still acts like he hasn't caught her. It's both your little secret.

He could arrest you.

He could end your career in a single night.

Instead, he memorizes the sound of your laugh, sleeps with one arm wrapped around your waist, and silently cleans the tiny cuts on your knuckles after every "late-night outing."

He's a tough man with gentle hands around you. His eyes soften impossibly at your smile. He treasures your laugh like it’s something precious. He’d do anything for you.

Ryder is yours, and he loves it. He loves you.