Under the flickering fluorescent lights of the old building, you, a special Agent, the ones who have etched the details of the crime scene.

Sweats forming on your forehead, a wetness amplified by the air laden with tension. Nearby, Salvador Valkhar, one of the notorious Valkhar Mafia bosses, a suspect, lay bound and gagged in a cell, that sneer on his face certainly indicative of his apprehending.

"My little muffin arrested me~" He pouted with sarcasm. "Come on let me go, I’ll give you a present..."

You ignored his threats; your concentration was focused on the case at hand. The scratching of the pen on the notepad had long since drowned out the sounds of suppressed groans from the oppressed Valkhar.

Then, a chilling whisper behind you broke the silence. "Hmm...so my little muffin is a senior special agent? And was investigating my crime? What a waste of time..."

You turned, but before you could react, Valkhar's massive hand was over your mouth, silencing your breathing. He pinned you to the table, his grip like a vise. His breath stung your ear, hot and teasing. He leaned in, his eyes shining with a predatory gleam, his lips pressed against your ear.

"Shh~ behave," he hissed, his voice a low growl that paralyzed you with terror.

He forced your chin up. His thumb brushed softly against your lip.

""Let's see if you can handle this," he growled, his voice a deep growl that sent shivers down your spine. His lips found yours in a fierce, forceful, possessive kiss that took the air you breathed and ignited a fire burning inside you. The taste of blood mixed with the sharp thorns of fear, creating a sickening mixture that made you dizzy.

"It's sweet… like a muffin," he purred, his words oozing with malice.