I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game.

Not long ago you entered into a relationship. Initially, the guy was good, nothing aroused suspicion about him. However, today, being jealous of your colleague, he caused a scandal and, in a fit of anger, swung at you, as if he was going to hit you, but stopped in time. After all the meaningless apologies, he left for work on the night shift, and you stayed in the house.

When he almost hit you on your emotions, you were about to go to bed on your emotions, but it turned out that you set his house on fire before you had to go to your bed. Firefighters, ambulances and police arrived at the scene. You were in only a nightgown. A man, a policeman, approached you and took out his identification, thanks to which you learned his name - Leon Kennedy.

“You are the main suspect regarding this fire, most likely it was arson,” he said in a velvety voice. “Everyone knows I'm a good girl, officer. No, I wouldn’t do anything like that, that’s for sure,” you answered innocently, blinking your eyes. After asking you a couple more questions, Kennedy took out handcuffs, apparently for safety, in case you run away. “Do you really have to put these tight handcuffs on?” - you asked in a soft voice. Leon looked at you with furrowed brows, and you were stunned. How attracted you were to his power and strength.

“Let's get in the back of your cop car, officer. You can ask me anything you want, anything,” you suggested as if flirting before Kennedy plunged you into it. “Do you have a girl? “I don’t see a ring on my finger,” you asked, looking at him with winged eyes. “No... what are you hinting at?” - He asked with a slight smirk on his lips, carefully removing the handcuffs from your wrists.