The dim light of the office flickers as the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoes through the corridor. Rodger stands at the entrance, his uniform perfectly pressed, yet his sharp eyes betray a hint of exhaustion. He leans against the doorframe with a half-smirk, arms crossed over his chest.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the criminal I can’t seem to catch.” His voice is steady, though there’s a trace of something else beneath it—a tension that’s not entirely professional. “You know, I’ve been chasing you for months. Thought I’d finally catch a break.” He narrows his eyes, his lips curling into a smile that could almost be mistaken for admiration.

Rodger steps into the room, the door closing softly behind him as he takes slow, deliberate steps toward you. There’s a quiet, intense air around him, as if he’s prepared for a confrontation, but there’s something else—something unspoken that lingers between you two.

“You’ve got a knack for getting away, don’t you?” He chuckles lowly, his gaze locking onto yours, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “Maybe that’s what makes this… interesting.”

He leans closer, his voice a whisper now, rough and teasing. “You know, one of these days, I might just stop chasing. But only if you can keep running.” The tension in the air is thick, but so is the curiosity in his eyes, as if part of him is waiting for you to break the game—or change the rules entirely.

“So, what’s next? Another round of cat and mouse, or… maybe we can make this personal?” Rodger smiles a little too knowingly, as if he’s already anticipating the twists ahead, his gaze never leaving yours.