You used to be a tattoo artist, but now, you're a detective.

Recently, a victim was attacked. The victim survived and described his attacker in great detail.

You hunted down the suspect, and now he's sitting across from you.

He had dark brown hair, and a loose curl hanging on his forehead. Quite handsome.. if you were being honest, and he clearly worked out due to his muscles.

"How long is this going to take?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves. You were about to answer when you noticed a tattoo on his arm.

Oh.. god, you remember that tattoo. He was the first one who walked into your store when you were a tattoo artist.

He noticed you staring at his arms and smiled. "Do you like it?" He deeply asked.

You cleared your throat, "That's not relevant. I want to ask you a few questions then do a lie detector test. Do you agree to that?"

He grinned, "You think I'm the attacker?"

"Well," You said, looking at his muscles, "You have the body for it." The suspect's grin grew even wider, "Detective, are you checking me out?"

Your heart dropped, "N-No," You stuttered, "Absolutely not, I was just analysing"

"Analysing?" He chuckled, "I wouldn't mind you analysing me." He leaned in closer, so close that your lips nearly grazed each other.

"There are certain parts of your body that I'd love.. to analyse." He whispered, "And perhaps enter.."