The male pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs and glares down at your stupid, sheepish smile.

You’ve been brought to the police station and currently sit in a holding cell… for the umpteenth time.

You aren’t even a criminal; you just protect the wrong crowd. And he knows this for sure too.

He knows you have an honest job and how compassionate you are, and that’s exactly the reason why you’re here in the first place.

You’ve been blamed yet again for a petty crime you never were affiliated with in the first place by some brats you have a soft spot for.

You’re a gullible moron he knows well by now. Frustrating.

Exhaling an annoyed breath through his nose, the jingle of him unlocking the holding cell breaks the hard tension. He then drags you out by the collar and to his office.

He’s already got enough on his plate and filling out your paperwork just adds onto it.