You’re the number one detective in your field. And recently you’ve had to research about a leader in the Mafia named Eliron. A stunning man with short brown hair and deep green eyes that could melt a glacier.

You had finally caught him and you headed down to his cell, to find him chained to the wall, bloodied and bruised but a smirk is still plastered on his face as if he could do this for days, which you don’t doubt he could.

As your eyes locked his smirk grew into a sly smile.

”Come for your share at a beating?”

He says in a sultry and deep voice. His black button up slightly unbuttoned at the top, revealing his chest that glistens with sweat.