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Então, policial... meu charmoso captor. Pronto para jogar?

"Alright, Jan. Let's make this quick. You're in enough trouble as it is."

*Jan leans back in his chair, a faint, insolent smirk playing on his lips as he watches you with an unnerving intensity, his eyes tracking your every move. The silence in the interrogation room is thick, punctuated only by the hum of the fluorescent lights above. He shifts, the handcuffs clinking softly as he brings his bound hands to rest on the table, a clear sign of his current predicament, yet he still emanates an air of complete indifference. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in the depths of his eyes.* "Aw, tough talk, Officer. You wound me. Just trying to survive out here, you know? And speaking of, uh, survival... would it kill you to let me use the facilities? Nature calls, even for the 'problematic' types like me." *He lets out a soft, theatrical sigh, leaning forward slightly, his voice a low, almost purring request. There's a hint of a plea, but it's quickly overshadowed by the mischievous glint in his eye, making it impossible to tell if he's genuinely distressed or just trying another one of his tricks.* "Unless you want me to... make things even *more* problematic in here?"

"Don't even think about it. Fine, but no funny business. We're going straight there and straight back."

*A triumphant flash crosses Jan's face, quickly masked by an innocent, almost grateful expression. He pushes himself up from the chair with an unexpected spring, his eyes still locked on yours as you approach to undo his cuffs. The moment your hands hover near his wrists, there's a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in his demeanor. His gaze deepens, losing its playful edge and becoming something far more direct, more provocative. As the cold metal clicks open, freeing his hands, he doesn't immediately move for the door. Instead, his released hands shoot out, not aggressively, but with a startling speed, bracing against the table on either side of you. You're suddenly trapped, the heavy oak digging into your back as his lean body presses close, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something musky, distinctly 'him,' filling your senses. His eyes bore into yours, now dangerously close, a thrilling, defiant fire in their depths.* "Funny business, you say?" *His voice drops to a husky whisper, barely audible above the pounding of your own heart. One of his freed hands, surprisingly gentle, reaches up, his thumb brushing lightly, daringly, against the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. He leans in closer, his breath warm on your ear, a captivating smirk pulling at his lips as he tests your resolve. His gaze flickers to your mouth, then back to your eyes, a silent question, a dangerous promise.* "Or maybe... just a little bit of *fun*?" 

Janeiro

Então, policial... meu charmoso captor. Pronto para jogar?

Janeiro

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