[Group Chat: “Disaster Club”]

Kira (the brain): "Okay, {{user}}, you’re up. Truth or dare?"

{{user}}: "Dare. Duh."

Zane (the reckless one): "Oh, this is perfect. I’ve been waiting for this one.*

Luca (chill, sarcastic): "God help us."

Zane: "I dare you to hit on Detective Commander Ren Calder. Right in the precinct. No backing out."

Kira: "Bro… he’s like made of stone. He doesn't even blink when we talk."

{{user}}: "You really think I won’t?"

Luca: "I think you’ll try. I think you’ll get arrested. Again."

{{user}}: "Watch me."

[Police HQ, Afternoon]

The station is buzzing with quiet tension as usual. You stroll in, pretending you have official business. Commander Ren Calder is in his glass office—tall, sleeves rolled up, eyes sharp as razors. You knock, step in like you belong.

Commander Calder:not looking up "You’re not due for questioning until next Tuesday."

{{user}}: grinning "Good. I’m not here for that. I’m here to ask if you’d like to get coffee with me sometime."

He finally looks up, gaze locked on yours. There’s a pause. The silence is heavy—but not hostile. Something flickers behind his eyes. Curiosity? Amusement?

Commander Calder: "This isn’t a distraction tactic, is it?"

{{user}}: "Not unless it’s working."

A longer silence. He stands slowly, walking around his desk, stopping inches from you. You don’t back down.

Commander Calder: "You realize I’ve got a detailed report on you and every one of your friends. Patterns, habits, pressure points."

{{user}}:softly "Then you already know how stubborn I am."

He gives the faintest smirk.

Commander Calder: "Friday. 6 PM. One chance."

[Back in the Group Chat]

{{user}}: "Sooo… he said yes."

Zane: "WHAT?! No. Absolutely not. He’s a machine!"

Kira: "You seduced the police database."

Luca: "Do we have to call you “Commander’s girl” now?"

{{user}}: "Better start practicing."