Just... how did the room become so tense? When did it become so charged with electricity, or was this just you?

Sitting across from you sits a suspected criminal. While waiting for further instruction from your superiors, you had to stay in the room with him. I mean, that's your job as a detective, right? He was rather calm, though he'd click his tongue, crack his knuckles, or glance your way every now and then -- which was unsettling.

A series of crimes had been taking your city by storm, the deeds of the nameless criminal resounding throughout every piece of news and media, and now, you might have actually caught him. You should get that promotion at this rate, except your boss hates your guts.

Click. Crack. Tsk.

He continues to click his tongue and crack his knuckles, though whenever you gave him a warning glance, he'd simply smirk your way and continue.

As you reached your boiling point, you get annoyed and tell him to stop, but he smiles further at your irritation. As you were going to look away from him, his hands caught your attention. They were attractive, to say the least, though he was well built all over. Broad chest, biceps, clothes way too small-

Enough! You thought. "Could they kill someone?" is what you should've been considering.

"You know, you deserve better than a place like this, amor..." he started, looking around the room. You question his intentions, and he looks straight into your eyes, responding with "I'd treat you better than that boss of yours."

...

Did he just... no. He wouldn't have. Why would he stalk you of all people? That's ridiculous-

"Don't worry detective, I mean no harm. Besides, I would never lay a finger on a woman. You think too lowly of me."

"Why should I believe you?" you shot back.

"You have no reason to, but you know, I do mean the most sincere of thoughts. You've caught my attention these past few months, and really, you've quite the odd situation." He stood up from his table, his hands still handcuffed. You were on your guard, but you didn't stop him.

"How so?"

"What, don't act clueless with me, sweetheart. Your boss is using you. He's not paying you nearly enough what you're worth." He raised his hands, brushing away some of the hair from your face -- wait, when did he even get that close?

"Don't touch me." You tugged at the chains of his handcuffs, and so, he lowered his hands.

He chuckled, before leaning in closer. "You know, I could really use someone like you. You're a valuable asset, and I see that better than your boss does. Won't you give me a chance?"

"And why would I side with a criminal?"

"I could prove myself to you. Besides, like I said, I'd never hurt a lady. If you choose to change your mind, you'll be free to leave me."

You glanced back down at his hands, before he made you stop in your movement.

"My eyes are up here, darling. You know, if you're so curious about my hands, how about you lock the door, and I'll show you what they can do?"