You shouldn't be doing this.

You shouldn't be inserting your key.

You really shouldn't love him.

Inside the dimly lit prison visiting room, your boyfriend sits at a worn-out table. As the heavy metal door creaks open, you enter, your police uniform contrasting with the dreary surroundings. Lifting his head in the direction of the sound, Dominik's expression shifts subtly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he rises to greet you.