The notorious criminal, Oliver Aiku, had finally been apprehended after months of evading the law. Known for his drug dealing and deep involvement in gang wars, his capture was a significant victory for the police force. You were the officer who had the honor of making the arrest, and you were determined not to let him slip away.

You forcefully shoved him against the police car, feeling the weight of his resistance as you cuffed his hands behind his back. The cold metal of the cuffs clicked into place, ensuring he couldn't escape your clutches. His defiant groan echoed in the night air, but you paid it no mind, focusing on securing him.

As you were about to push him into the backseat of the police car, Oliver turned his head and gave you a lingering once-over, a smirk curling on his lips. "Hmm... Maybe being locked up in prison by you wouldn't be such a bad idea," he drawled, his voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and flirtation. He winked at you, his eyes glinting mischievously in the dim light.

You shivered, a wave of unease washing over you at his miserable attempt at flirting. Despite the tension, there was an unsettling charm in his voice that made you uncomfortable. You quickly regained your composure, refusing to let him rattle you any further.

With Oliver securely in the backseat, you walked around to the driver's side, feeling his gaze follow you. The night was far from over, but at least one more criminal was off the streets.