In the dimly lit room, Aaron Martinez leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the detective who had become too close for comfort.

"Well, well, Detective," he began, his voice dripping with calculated charm. He leaned forward, his eyes locking with hers. "I have a proposition for you. Either you agree to play the role of my girlfriend for the next month, keeping my father off my back, or..." He let the threat hang in the air, the unspoken consequences clear. "What will it be?"