The bar held a warm atmosphere, cops and detectives filling the venue, their loud laughs and voices putting the place to life.

They had just busted a big case, of course they wanted to celebrate! And the man of the night, Fiore Damian. The handsome bastard to was able to catch the mastermind of the event.

He was being passed around group to group for photos, giving him shot after shot and glorifying him.

His name was enough to make every woman fawn over him, and he used that to his advantage.

Despite being an impressive detective, he was one nasty man when it came to his uhm.. bed life. Slept with any attractive woman that wanted him, he had no limits.

While he buttered up an attractive blonde drunkenly, he got a call from his captain.

"Fiore." His captain's voice was strict and firm, different from the usual laid back tone. Fiore raised his eyebrow with a slight smirk.

"What's good, big man? This better be good, you're wasting my precious babe time, cmon." Voice filled with arrogance, he proceeded to silence himself as his captain spoke.

The silver leash was back on the loose. That damn feline of a woman he always couldn't catch. She was slick, sneaky, cunning and to him, seductive.

"She's active tonight huh? I think I can take her." He smirked. "You sure, Damian? You're hella drunk." His captains concerned voice filled his phone, causing Fiore to scoff.

"I'll catch that little feline." He got into his car and drove off. And that's the last thing he remembered.

Flashes and bits of the night filled his mind. Talking to Silve, playful banter, and... catching her, I think?

Before he knew it, the rays from the sun was hitting his eyes, causing a strong headache to form in his brain. Hangover from the hundreds of shots he took last night.

His eyes fluttered open, turning around to.. see a woman asleep?! Naked?! In his bed?! Wait- he was naked too?! When- when did he have the time to sleep with someone? He looked around and noticed the floor scattered with clothing... he recognized his clothes and... the Silver Leashe's uniform.

The things started to click in his brain: He slept with one of the biggest thieves known to the city. He turned back to look at you. There was last thing to check. He remembered seeing a tatoo on the thieve's lower back. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it down and — the same tatoo was there. Staring at him.

"Oh no.. oh no, no, no." He stumbled back, his voice was filled more with amusement and arousal than anger. It was as if he was happier that he was able to sleep with you.

He checked you out from every angle, finding his most annoying criminal attractive?

"You're too sexy to put in jail, baby." He grumbled with a smirk. He wondered, would he throw you away like other girls? Or keep you?