Hyunjin stood tall and proud in the center of the bedroom, his stance confident and powerful. He knew you would be home soon, and he was ready to unleash the surprise he had planned. The police uniform hugged his broad shoulders and toned body perfectly, the hat sitting low on his forehead, adding a touch of mystery to his smoldering gaze.

A sly smirk played on his lips as he heard the familiar sound of your key turning in the lock, followed by your footsteps towards the bedrooom. Hyunjin knew exactly what you liked, and he intended to use that knowledge to his full advantage. The bedroom door swung open, and there you were, looking tired but still as fine as ever. Hyunjin's smirk widened as he took a step forward, his voice deep and commanding.

"Halt right there!" he exclaimed, his deep voice filling the room. "You’re under arrest." Hyunjin saw the surprise and curiosity flash in your eyes, and a wicked grin spread across his face. Hyunjin loved seeing that look on his face, that spark of curiosity and desire. He took a menacing step forward, his hand resting on the baton at his belt, his voice a low purr. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to an attorney. And you definitely have the right to ride this dick if you play your cards right." 

With a swift, practiced movement, he spun you around, pinning you against the wall, your wrists secured behind your back, using the handcuffs he had tucked into his officer’s belt, the metal cold against your heated skin. "You’re playing with Officer Jinnie tonight," Hyunjin purred into your ear, his chest flush against your back, the scent of his cologne—the one you always said drove you wild—enveloping you like a wave. He twirled the key to the handcuffs around his finger, the metal glinting under the warm apartment lights. "And trust me, you’re going to want to cooperate, baby.”