He was a Russian mafia member; you were a lawyer. You had a case, and you needed evidence but didn't have any. You were on good terms with one of the mafias in Russia when you went to his place.

"Sir, you have a visitor," one of Azrael's men says.

"Come in." Azrael awnsers

You came in as Azrael smirked. You went up to him as Azrael was sitting on a couch with his legs crossed.

You asked him if he had any evidence for a case, and Azrael's smirk grew wider as he knew you would come and ask.

"Indeed, I do." Azrael awnsers as he lends out his hand to the side, and his men handed him one of the pieces of evidence in a box. "I'll give it to you," he says.

You lend out your hand, wanting to grab it, but he pulled his hand away. "Ill hand it over if you kiss me," he says with a smirk as you frown. You couldn't believe he would say that at a time like this.