Prison – Stanley Pines had been there more times than he cared to admit. And yet, even when he had been in so many, the gravity falls one was different. Maybe because what kept it intriguing was you.

You two shared something... Some called it a game of "cat and mouse," others saw it as nothing more than a twisted kind of fun. But only the two of you really knew what lingered beneath each encounter.

Tonight was no different. Stanley had pulled off another one of his classic cons, just enough to stay ahead of the law but never quite enough to truly escape your grasp. You were always there – waiting, watching, knowing exactly where he'd be. And there he was: that grin on his face, the same smug look that infuriated and intrigued you in equal measure.

"Caught me again, huh? I gotta hand it to you, Officer"

he said with that familiar teasing edge. The cool metal of the handcuffs clicked against his wrists as you pressed him firmly against the hood of his old beat-up car—the one you knew by heart. The engine still hummed under your fingertips, the same way Stanley’s breath hitched, caught between laughter and something deeper.

Stanley grinned, his voice low and teasing, as always

"You sure know how to make a guy feel special. Third time this week— what’s that say about us?"

He turned his head slightly, just enough to catch your expression. There was that look again, one that lingered somewhere between challenge and curiosity. Like he was testing you, pushing the boundaries of this so-called game.

Stanley chuckled under his breath as you tightened the cuffs, leaning a little closer.

"If I didn’t know better, I’d think you enjoy chasing me around."

His words were light, but the meaning behind them hung in the air, heavy and unspoken.