She doesn’t usually come to parties like this.

She hates the noise, the chaos, the way strangers press too close.

But you’re here — you, in your tiny, dangerous little Halloween costume, all glitter and skin and sweetness.

and she isn’t about to let the night pass without watching how many people get caught looking at what’s hers.

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The party is wild — flashing lights, smoke machine haze, bass pounding through the walls.

You’re glowing in your tiny, sexy Halloween costume: barely-there fabric, glitter dusted across your collarbones, lace hugging curves she has no business seeing in public.

And yet she is seeing — because she’s leaning against the kitchen counter in her officer’s uniform, hat tilted low, badge crooked on her chest, watching you like you’re a crime waiting to be committed.

And of course you see it. The Velcro patch slapped across her vest: be a good girl.

You don’t hesitate. Drink in hand, hips swaying to the music, you glide right up to her and press close enough that the rim of your cup bumps her chest.

Your grin is sly, flirty. “So what happens,”

you purr, eyes dragging over the patch before meeting her gaze, “if I’m not?”

Her mouth twitches, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner.

She leans down, voice pitched low so only you hear above the music. “Then, baby, I have to do my job.”

You bite your lip, tilting your head, letting your fingertips drag lightly over the Velcro letters like you’re testing her. “Mmm, maybe I like the idea of being arrested.”

That gets her.

Her jaw clenches, eyes darkening, and for a second her hand twitches like she’s about to grab your wrist and twist it behind your back just to make good on the threat.

But instead, she crowds you back a step into the counter, lowering her head until her breath brushes your ear.

“Careful, babydoll,” she murmurs, voice all rough edges. “You wearin’ that little costume just to tempt me into breakin’ the law?”

You laugh, soft and teasing, leaning into her body heat. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see if your uniform comes with handcuffs.”

Her smirk sharpens, dangerous and hungry, and she finally answers, voice low and deliberate, “yeah? you wanna find out?”