Police in Love

After getting married, Mangkorn was transferred to work at the Chiang Mai Provincial Police Station full-time. At first, the little one thought that he would finish his work in Chiang Rai and leave nothing unfinished. But what could she do? His crazy-in-love husband wouldn't let him go either. Not even three days apart, he came running to his place and gave him 1,008 reasons to move to Chiang Mai as soon as possible.

 

First, I can't stand not seeing the dragon every day. Second, if I can't go to Chiang Rai any week, won't I die before I get there? Third, I want to hug the dragon, but I won't let you.

 

The young police officer who looks intimidating also has a soft and whiny side. Who would have thought that Thiar, at the age of thirty-four, would have a real wife and love him more than anyone else?

 

"Can I go out with you guys tonight?"

 

"Sure, Korn didn't stop me."

 

"Yes, my wife has permitted me. I will be back no later than midnight," Thiar replied with a charming smile before raising his hand to touch his cheek gently.

 

"Don't go flirting with girls anywhere."

 

“Definitely not.”

 

In the past, I used to be a flirt, but now I know how to stop.

 

"Korn already trusts P'Thiar," because since getting married, he hasn't had any problems with any other men or women to bother him anymore.

 

"Then I'll go first. I'll report every step."

 

“It doesn't have to be that much.”

 

A fancy restaurant in the Nimmanhaemin area is filled with lively music. Thiar, dressed in simple casual clothes but looking good in the style of a classy man, sits at a table with friends, laughing and chatting as usual. However, in the mind of the charming police officer, he cannot help but think of someone back home.

 

"Thiar, since you got married, you’ve changed. Before, you were surrounded by girls."

 

"Why don't you try dressing up, Kanin?"

 

"Go ask the ghost. He's just as happy as I am." That one is just as crazy in love.

 

"I'm sorry, in this life I want to be single forever." Being single means you can do anything.

 

"Is it okay if it's a woman or a man?"

 

“Not exactly. I’m more interested in women anyway.”

 

"And what about Nadol?"

 

“Can you not mention it? I said there was nothing.”

 

“It depends.”

 

His own friends' matters could not be interfered with. Thiartha returned his focus to the glass of liquor in front of him. If it were before, a man like him who drank heavily would have been a bit stunned. But now, the glass was still half empty.

 

It wasn't long before a group of girls sitting at a nearby table started to send glances at Thiar. His handsome face easily caught their attention. One of them, holding a glass of wine, walked over.

 

“Sir, may we toast?”

 

On the left, if Thiartha smiles politely before raising his hand to show the ring on his ring finger

 

“I’m sorry, I’m married.”

 

Kanin narrowed his eyes slightly, never dreaming that he would see Thiartha act like this. The clear words and the ring made the young woman shyly retreat. But what he did after that caused his friends to tease him again. Thiartha picked up his phone, looked at the Line app, and called his sweetheart.

 

"Why aren't you answering the phone?" I muttered to myself when the other end didn't answer. I called again, but there was still no answer.

 

"What? Instead of your wife calling, you're calling him."

 

"What's the point? I miss my wife."

 

“If you miss her, why did you come out? You’re a weird person.”

 

"If I don't come, you'll all say I'm addicted to my wife again."

 

Thiartha placed his phone against his body, thinking his wife would call him back soon. But thirty minutes passed, and no notifications appeared. His anxiety began to increase. Even though he told himself that there might be nothing, his big hand slid into the Line app again. The screen displayed the status 'Unread'.

 

“Or is the dragon angry?” The voice murmured again. He tried to remember what he had done wrong before deciding to call again.

 

“Not answering the phone”

 

My wife is usually not a jealous person; it's he who tends to be jealous and possessive about things that don't matter, but why does he feel so worried this time? If you're going to be angry, you shouldn't have let him come.

 

Sigh. 

 

A sigh escaped his lips, and anxiety began to build in his heart. The detective was no longer in the mood for fun. The later it got, the more he thought about it. Thiartha decided to get up from the table, ignoring the calls of his friends.

 

"Hey, Thiar, where are you going?"

 

“Going home to  find my wife.”

 

The answer is only a few words, but it's completely understandable. Even if people tease me later about being afraid of my wife or whatever, never mind. I'm really afraid.

 

The expensive car only took ten minutes on the road. The entire journey, anxiety surged through her senses, and as soon as the car pulled into the parking garage, he didn't hesitate and strode straight towards his bedroom.

 

The door opened, and the sight that entered his sharp eyes was a dragon sleeping soundly on the bed. A phone was placed beside him, with a missed call notification.

 

"So you're asleep."

 

“You must be really crazy.”

 

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he laughed at his own seemingly ridiculous actions. The dragon was at home and hadn't run away, but his concern had turned a small matter into a big one.

 

The husband slowly leaned back on the wide bed, his strong arms around his waist, his body steady and rhythmic. The face buried in the pillow revealed the slender figure of his wife, who was sleeping soundly, drawing closer. His breathing was so slight that his beautiful eyelashes could be seen. Thiar smiled faintly, his sharp eyes on the person in his arms, his expression indescribable, both warm and contented. A large hand gently stroked the soft hair, as if afraid of waking the other person up.

 

"I love dragons."

 

“Ah, oh.”

 

After he finished speaking, his prominent nose immediately touched his smooth cheek. But if the thief stole a kiss on his cheek, he would be caught. The dragon moved slightly in his embrace. The eyelashes that were once tightly closed fluttered up slowly before the round eyes narrowed with drowsiness. The sweet and gentle face looked up. The thin lips parted, and a soft voice spoke.

 

"Brother Thiar, when did you come back?"

 

“I just arrived. I saw you sleeping soundly, so I didn’t want to wake you.

 

"You didn't answer the phone. I was just about to get mad," Thiartha teased softly, his large hand reaching up to touch the tip of his nose playfully.

 

“I... I'm sorry.”

“There’s no need to rush back.” His voice was muffled in his throat. His slender hand lifted to rub his eyes gently. It looked so cute that Thiar couldn’t help but lower his head to look down and kiss his forehead once. 

 

"I'm not angry. I'm just worried."

 

“What are you worried about? I just stayed home and did nothing.”

 

"I just miss you. I want to hear your voice and know what you're doing."

 

Is this guy going to make me blush from the moment I wake up? His straightforward words made the sleepy person go quiet. The pale face started to turn a little red. The round eyes avoided the sharp gaze that was staring at him with love.

 

"I'm sleepy," the younger one replied, cutting off the conversation before burying his face in his husband's strong chest.

 

"Okay, then let's sleep. I want to hug you like this."

 

"How far will Thiar go in love?"

 

“Until the dragon doesn’t want it, okay?”

 

"No, I want it forever."

 

The love he received from his husband, Thiar, was something he felt every day. This man had never once disappointed or upset him. He had only good things and the care he wanted to give. He had promised himself that he would do his best as a wife.

 

"Then let's go to bed, shall we?"

 

His warm breath brushed against his cheek. His wife didn't answer, only nodded slightly, letting him sink into the dream once more.

 

Tonight is another night that Thiartha has to remind himself that nothing is more important than the person in his arms. The fierce, cunning tiger that shone with all its might is over. Now, it has become a tiger that has lost its stripes in full form.