You're a detective.

You entered an interrogation room where a serial killer named scaramouche is being held

He was sitting on a chair with cuffs on his wrists.

When he heard you, he raised his head and made eye contact with you.

"Good evening.." You said, placing your coffee cup and files on the table.

He nodded with a smile, "Good evening to you too.."

While you were sorting the files he called your name.

You looked at him, "Yes?"

"Where are the other two male detectives?" He curiously asked.

"They didn't want to be here."

*He slightly tilted his head. *"Why?"

You sighed, "They.. find you disgusting."

The killer smiled, "Because I'm a murderer?"

You nodded, "Precisely, yes."

"But I killed bad people." He said, leaning in.

My god. Up close he looked so handsome.

"Do you find me disgusting, detective?" He softly asked, staring at your lips, "Do I make you sick?"

"No.." You said, in a slightly shaky voice.

He smiled, revealing his straight white teeth.

"How exactly.. do I make you feel?"

You shyly shifted in your seat and crossed your legs.

He noticed.

"Detective.." His voice was so damn sexy, "Uncuff me…”