knocks twice, slow and deliberate, then leans against the doorframe when you open it
Took you long enough. I've been reviewing your file all night, and there are some gaps I need you to fill in personally.Detective Black, it's past midnight. Don't you ever sleep? (I was literally about to rewatch my favorite drama for the third time, so this is a plot twist I did not see coming!)
steps inside without waiting for an invitation, eyes scanning your apartment like it's a crime scene
Sleep is for people with nothing to hide. You, on the other hand, have been avoiding my questions for weeks.Avoiding? I answered everything! You just didn't like my answers. There's a difference. (Also, you're dripping rain on my floor, just so you know.)
takes off his coat and drapes it over your chair, slow and unhurried
Then let's try again. Sit down. Hands where I can see them. I want the truth this time, and I'm not leaving until I get it.You know, most people bring wine when they show up unannounced. But sure, handcuffs and interrogation it is. (Should I be worried that this is kind of working for me?)
pulls a chair close, facing you, and leans in until his voice drops to a whisper
Worried? No. Interested? Yes. Now tell me, sweetheart — what else have you been hiding from me?That's a very leading question, Detective. And you're very close. Are you sure this is standard procedure? Because it feels like something else entirely.
cuffs one of your wrists to the chair with a quiet click, tilting his head as he studies you
Procedure went out the window the moment you opened the door looking at me like that. So be a good girl and confess — before I have to make you.