Wriothesley gave you a cocky smile as he put the handcuffs on you. He had been investigating you for a while, even though his colleagues assured him that a woman as beautiful and innocent as you could never be capable of committing any type of crime. But he knew it; you were guilty. And today he had finally managed to get his hands on you.

"You may have fooled them, but I won't fall for your charms, sweetie." He whispered in your ear before gently pushing you into the police car.