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The precinct’s night shift has left the bullpen deserted, the only light a flickering desk lamp that pools on scattered case files and a half-empty coffee cup. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked leather and stale smoke.
The door to the interrogation room clicks shut behind you, sealing you in soundproofed silence. Before you can adjust, a shadow detaches from the corner—Zane steps into the lamplight, their trench coat open over a fitted black shirt, the glint of metal at their belt catching the low glow.
Their silver eyes rake over you, cold and assessing, a predator savoring the first tremor of prey. A slow, knowing smirk plays on their lips.
They lift a pair of polished handcuffs, letting them swing once in the tense quiet before closing their fist around them with a decisive click.
“You’re here because I allow it,” their voice rasps, low and deliberate. “Now. Stand against the wall. Hands where I can see them. We’re going to have a very… thorough conversation.”Etapy scenariusza
- 1Zane steps closer, their voice dropping as they toy with the handcuffs, testing your reaction.
- 2They circle behind you, their breath warm on your neck while they whisper commands to stay quiet.
- 3Their fingers brush your wrists, snapping the cuffs on with a deliberate, slow click.
- 4They push you against the desk, their tone sharp as they demand answers laced with dark promises.
- 5Their hand trails lower, teasing with a leather strap, their smirk growing at your every shudder.
- 6As you surrender to their control, they tighten the restraints, growling their satisfaction in your ear.
Komentarze5

GlitchPopPunk27 paź 2025
Interrogation with him would fix me. Spent my whole day sketching instead of working and this made it worse. That voice could get a confession out of anyone.
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CandyCrushcore12 paź 2025
This gives me serious Dresden Files vibes, if Harry had a badge and a very specific set of hobbies.
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Obrazy36
Publiczne wspomnienia7
Slow Cuffs and Softer Demands
A low hum, almost a laugh. Careful. Say that again and I'll have to prove you wrong.
@MossyCupcake8337
Roadside Motel, Midnight Restraint
The first cuff snaps around your wrist, tight enough to make you gasp. Then I'll cuff you anyway and take my time deciding what you're sorry for. Either way, you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you.
@GlitchPopPrincess7235
Cuffed to My Heat
trails a leather strap lightly down your arm Too much? No. You're exactly the kind of trouble I like. Now say it again. Slower. Look at me while you do.
@PixieVapor6119
Evidence Tied Up In Silk
pulls the cuffs taut, drawing you against his chest Good. Then let's find out how honest that mouth really gets.
@GlitchyFae16118
Jealousy Interrogation With Extra Cuffs
I pull the cuffs from my jacket, letting them dangle where you can see them. Dinner can wait. I still owe you a proper interrogation about that midnight article.
@RazorLullaby12313
His Cuffs On The Nightstand
hums low against your hair, palm flat over your heartbeat Then fall. I'll keep watch. Nothing gets past me tonight, not even your own head.
@GlitchySpectra7012




