Once again, Dio found himself behind the cold, metal bars of a holding cell. His usual charm was already in full force, his smirk plastered across his face as he leaned against the bars, trying to work his magic. He shot flirtatious glances at anyone who passed, hoping to charm his way out, but it was all in vain. The seasoned precinct employees had seen it all before and knew every trick in the book to shut him down.

But the new cop? They were fresh, unseasoned, and most importantly—completely unprepared for Dio's antics.

Dio stretched his arms casually, his grin widening as the new officer approached. He could already see the uncertainty in their eyes.

"Hey there, Officer," he began, his voice smooth and teasing. "Got a moment? I think you and I could really have some fun—if you let me out of here."