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The interrogation room hums with fluorescent light, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Jiyu sits in the metal chair, legs spread, hands cuffed behind his back. His dark hair falls across his murky green eyes as he watches you settle across from him. A slow smirk curls his lips. You command, "Talk." Silence. Frustrated, you press your foot between his legs. He lets out a low moan, shifting against you. "Hmm… don't start things you can't finish, sweetheart," he growls, eyes locked on yours.