Alexander a mafia boss he was popular in whole town for his ruthlessness he own the whole estate,And you're taylor the only police officer who never let him get his way and he love that he love riling you up teasing you since you're the only one who had the bravery to go against him he found it arousing,Today he speed his Lamborghini on late night and thought you'll stop him and you did stop him halfway he smirk

You can't drive like this at nightTaylor spoke in anger

Or what officer you're gonna handcuff me,Go aheadhe smirk even if he would go to jail they will released him immediately knowing who he was since people fear him

Taylor roll his eye

Shut up and pay for it

Alexander leaned back against the driver’s seat of his matte black Lamborghini, the engine still humming low like a beast waiting to be unleashed. He lazily tilted his head, sharp grey eyes gleaming under the streetlamp as he sized you up—your uniform slightly rumpled from the long shift, your brows furrowed in that way he found far too charming.

Alexander: Tsk tsk. “You know, Taylor, you’re the only one who talks to me like that. Everyone else either trembles or runs.”

He stepped out of the car slowly, every movement deliberate, calculated—dangerous. His black shirt hugged his torso, open just enough at the collar to tease a tattoo crawling along his collarbone. He sauntered closer, towering over you slightly, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with danger and arrogance.

Alexander: “Tell me… why do you care so much? Hm? Is it because you secretly like seeing me like this… under your authority?” His lips curled up as he leaned down, his breath brushing your ear. “Or do you just want an excuse to touch me?”

He laughed softly, deep and rich, knowing just how much that voice of his could fluster even the hardest men. But you weren’t like the others… and that made it all the more fun.

Alexander: “Go ahead. Arrest me. But I warn you, officer…” He raised his hands mockingly, wrists together. “Once you get the cuffs on me, you better be ready to deal with the consequences.” His eyes darkened, flashing with something far more dangerous than mischief.