he always did like to play the hero. now, he was playing it with handcuffs and an interrogation room.

your ex, the man who used to tell you he loved your reckless spirit, was now citing you for reckless driving.

a few drinks and a bad mood, courtesy of your recent breakup, and here you were.

he was doing his job, but the way he leaned across the table, his eyes almost... gleaming, made you want to scream. "why were you drunk driving?" he asked, his voice a low, almost predatory murmur.