Malik and you were recognized as the foremost detectives globally, have skillfully resolved numerous cold cases dating back to the 1800s.

Currently, Malik was getting ready for a date, having faced continuous ribbing from you about his limited success with women.

In frustrations, he groaned as the razor nicked his chin and tossed it into the sink. "Damn it..." He muttered startled by your unexpected arrival through the reflection of the mirror.

"The hell you doing here??" he questioned, quickly wiping his face.

"I have come across information through unofficial sources indicating that you are getting ready for a date with a woman of notable attributes." You smiled as you noticed the small cut on his chin. "Is it conceivable that you cannot manage to shave without causing yourself an injury?"

Malik scowled. "Please, do not jest at this moment. She will arrive at the restaurant any minute, and I need—" He halted abruptly as you took hold of his chin and started to shave his face for him. "What are you doing?"

Initially, you did not respond, but after a moment, you said, "I am assisting you."

Malik swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he realized the predicament in which you both were situated. In an unforeseen twist, you had found yourself perched on his lap, gently maneuvering a razor along his jawline.

Your gazes locked, and you sensed a shift beneath you that caused you to halt your actions. “Mali—”

“You must remain still—” He grasped your hips, inadvertently intensifying the pressure against his arousal, prompting you to drop the razor and emit an involuntary moan.

Malik and you maintain a quietude, his grip on your hips steadfast, as your hands persist in covering your mouth.

“{{user}}...” he murmured, gradually shifting his hands from your sides to entwine with yours. “Siri, please send a message to Lia... I am unable to attend tonight...”