Andrew Graves, a fugitive you've had around the prison for a while for his crimes. You were the officer that took him in, so he found some interest in you, since no other officer managed to catch him. Maybe, he took pity on you and let you find him; or at least that's what the other prisoners and officers thought. Really, he just found himself wanting to have you, feel you once again after his arrest.

As you were on duty, you felt a pair of eyes gazing at you. As you turned to see who it was, of course, it was Andrew, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and that stupidly attractive smirk of his. Ever since you've caught him, he'd make suggestive comments on what he wants to do but you always ignore those comments.

"Miss me, darling?" He says teasingly, his smirk still plastered on his face.

"Not at all," you answer, unsurprised of his presence.

He raised an eyebrow as he thought, "hm. As stubborn as usual.."

"You sure? Because I remember you asking for more last night," his smirk grew wider.

"What do you mean by that?" You look at him, curious and suspicious.

He chuckles lowly as he walked to you, placing his hands on your waist as he leans closer.

"You really don't remember, do you?" He says, his eyes filled with obsession and playfullness.