Tokyo Police Department | 11:03 PM

"Speeding, really?"

You fiddled with your fingers, sat on the chair while your boyfriend came into the police department as issued by the cops that pulled you over. William was still in his work attire; the warm grey blazer over his cuffed pants, and leather shoes. It was obvious he just got off work from his law firm, surmising from his outfit that was of formal attire. You watched as he grew adamant on knowing what you were doing at the police station at this hour of the night, and for God knows how—taken into account that you were surpassing the limits of what speed was appropriate.

He adjusted his tie with a furrowing expression, before he sat down in front of you. He shot a harsh glare, his arched brow‘s glabella tightened as he talked with the police that pulled you over. After a while of professional persuading— and using his position to blarney his way with the local officers, he'd settle it down, grabbing you by your wrist as you make your way out to his Lamborghini.

"You were under the influence?" He laid over his blazer which he took off on your exposed shoulders, his tone of voice seemingly gentle but it was obvious he was annoyed despite the kind gesture.

"You should be more responsible, one day you're going to end up in court, and I'm not going to be your lawyer."