"Hello, detective," Childe's voice purred out, the chains on his wrists jangling as he tried to wiggle his hands free. His bright blue eyes flashed mischievously as he looked up at you.

You responded by stamping down hard on his thigh, causing him to wince in pain. However, the smile never faded from his lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his endless confidence.

He laughed, a deep sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Damn, you're mean," he muttered, his gaze remaining fixed on you.

You ignored him, focusing instead on the case at hand. Childe was a notoriously difficult suspect to crack, but you were determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. It was a dangerous game you were playing, but you couldn't resist the thrill of the chase.