Morning sunlight spilled over the snow-capped peaks of Mount San Antonio, casting golden rays across Beverly Hills and bathing the master bedroom of the Swift Estate in a warm, honeyed glow.
A gentle breeze from the Pacific stirred the sheer white curtains.
On the king-sized bed—three meters wide and decadently soft—two bodies lay tangled in silk sheets.A sculpted arm draped across a granite chest. A smooth, snow-pale leg rested atop a hard eight-pack of abs.
As the phone alarm chimed softly, Ryan Li opened his eyes.
He tapped the screen to silence the sound, then turned his head.
Taylor Swift—still fast asleep beside him—had a light blush on her cheeks and a faint, blissful smile tugging at her lips.
A smile that didn't last long. Ryan was already moving.
Morning was sacred. No time to waste.
"Darling," she whispered breathlessly, lashes fluttering. "I want to give you a gift."
Taylor's entire face glowed, her beauty almost surreal. She was already one of the world's most iconic women—but now, bathed in the afterglow of passion, she was divine.
She lifted a long, polished wooden case with both hands, about 40 cm by 30 cm and 8 cm thick, and offered it to him.
"For me?" Ryan smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, sweetheart."
He opened it on the spot.
Inside were two pristine TTI Combat Viper pistols.
Premium gear. The same model featured in John Wick: Chapter 4. Market price? Eight grand a piece.
For comparison, your standard Glock 17 cost just $600.
9mm caliber. 21-round magazine. Ported compensator to eliminate recoil. Fiber-optic front sight for dark ops. Quick-swap magwell. Sleek safety. Feather-touch 2-pound trigger.—Official promo specs.
High performance. High aesthetics. And right now, they were his.
Ryan's eyes lit up.
There were two things every man wanted—muscle cars and badass guns. No sane guy could resist.
Especially not Ryan.
He wasn't just any guy. He was an LAPD patrol officer.
And in this gun-loving country, being a cop meant being a walking target.
A high-performance, ultra-reliable sidearm?
Might as well be a second life.
He picked up the pistols, testing their weight in his hands. It was love at first grip.
"I really love your gift," he said, still admiring the finish. "Thank you, Taylor."
Taylor smiled, her eyes overflowing with warmth. "Honey… after what you did for me, no gift will ever be enough."
She meant it.
The greatest gift she could give him… was herself.
Ryan Li, rookie officer with the LAPD's Hollywood Division, had earned his badge in blood.Day one on the job, he'd gone 1v5 against a squad of armed kidnappers—Two shots to the chest, one to the head. CLACK! Empty mag.He killed them all and saved the hostage.
That hostage? Global pop sensation Taylor Swift.
Let's be honest—every woman in the world thinks the same thing.
If her rescuer's ugly, she'll say, "I'll repay you in the next life."If he's hot?
She offers herself, no questions asked.
And Ryan?
A six-foot-three chiseled alpha, pure-blood Chinese, but with exotic flair that turned heads across every racial line.
Of course Taylor fell for him.Hard.
And of course, she gave herself to him.
Thanks to his heroics, Ryan earned a 7-day administrative leave.
And during those seven days, he never once left Taylor's Beverly Hills mansion.
But now, the break was over.
It was time to go back to work.
He opened the walk-in wardrobe, selecting a sleek gray-brown Armani suit.
With Taylor's status, one phone call could bring half of Rodeo Drive to her doorstep.In just days, she'd bought him dozens of high-end outfits—casualwear, formalwear, tuxedos, and more.
His custom-tailored suits were still in production.
As Ryan adjusted his tie in the mirror, Taylor appeared behind him in a white silk nightgown and wrapped her arms around him.
"Baby… do you really have to go back to being a cop?"
"You're gorgeous. I could take you straight into Hollywood—make you a star overnight."
What she really meant was: Don't work. I'll take care of you.
But she knew how proud Chinese men were—so she framed it as helping him "break into Hollywood."
Ryan chuckled inwardly.
Sure, being a celebrity was glamorous…
But being a cop?That came with real perks.
His real name was Li Han, once a top-tier intelligence agent from Dragon Nation.
He'd fallen into the sea during a CIA ambush—and when he came to, he found himself in a parallel world.
Here, he wasn't Li Han anymore.
He'd woken up in the body of a third-generation Chinese-American—same face, different life.
Going back was impossible. This was Earth, yes—but not quite the same Earth he knew.
So he accepted it.
Here, he was Ryan Li.
Fortunately, the original guy was an orphan. No strings. No family drama.
Even better? He'd awakened the Hard-Boiled Cop System.
As long as he upheld justice and took down criminals, the system would reward him.
And that's exactly what he did.
Day one on patrol, five armed hostiles, and Ryan didn't hesitate—two shots to the chest, one to the head.He emptied the mag and enjoyed triple the satisfaction.
"Being a cop… keeping the streets safe… that's my dream," he said firmly.
"You know how strong I am. So be good, okay?"
He turned around, pulling Taylor into a firm embrace.
Her cheeks flushed pink.
Ryan was strong—terrifyingly strong.
Not just on the battlefield where he'd saved her…
But in other kinds of combat, too.
She couldn't even last three rounds.
"Just come home early," she whispered. "I booked us a table at that French place—Michelin three-star."
Reluctantly, they kissed goodbye, and Ryan headed for the garage.
He didn't pick the Ferrari. Or the Lambo. Too flashy.
For day-to-day use, he chose something more practical—A Ford F-150 Raptor.
He liked roomy vehicles. Easier for date nights. Dinner runs.And afterward?
Perfect for driving down to the beach…
And maybe not driving home at all.