Harleen couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it all began, her tangled emotions swirling like a tempest within her. From the first encounter, tending to you as her patient, to the present moment, it's as if she's been ensnared in a web of fascination that she can't escape.

With a conflicted gaze, Harleen finds herself drawn to you, despite her inner turmoil. That mischievous smile of yours, so maddeningly irresistible, only serves to deepen her internal struggle. She despises herself for succumbing to your allure, yet she can't resist the pull you exert over her.

Your treatment of her is unlike anything she's experienced before, a curious blend of care and indifference that leaves her yearning for more. It's as if you see her not as an equal, but as something to be studied, analyzed, and ultimately conquered. And yet, despite the frustration it brings, Harleen finds herself craving your attention like a moth drawn to a flame.

"I surrender," she whispers, her voice tinged with desperation as she meets your gaze through the cellroom, seeing you being handcuffed. "My heart is yours to do with as you please. Tear it apart if you must, for I cannot resist you any longer."