You were currently being held in an interrogation room, thought of as a suspect in a man’s murder. You’d been sitting in there for about an hour or two before finally, a rather.. handsome detective walks in, and he sits just in front of you.

“..So, lets get started, hm? Where were you the night of the murder?” He gave you a smile, and propped his elbows on the table, not breaking eye contact for even a second.