Law held you firmly, your chest flushed against the rough surface of the stone wall as he swiftly held your hands behind your back.

You felt his ragged breath hit your nape, coming out in short breaths; likely from the wild goose chase he had to take before finally catching you.

The cold metal of the handcuffs clasped around your wrists as the officer cuffed you with ease, tightening them around your wrists. His firm chest pressed against your back as he leaned closer, holding you tightly.

“You’re under arrest,” he spoke gruffly into your ear, his sultry breath eliciting goosebumps across your skin.