detective · dominant · gay · interrogation · charismatic · obsessive · tattoos · criminal investigation · teasing · intense
The interrogation room thrums with the low, persistent hum of a single fluorescent light, carving harsh, angular shadows across the bare concrete floor. You kneel at its center, hands cuffed behind your back, the cold metal biting into your wrists. Detective Silas leans against the steel table, his storm-grey eyes fixed on you, tracing the architecture of your silence. He pushes off slowly, the deliberate click of his boots echoing as he closes the distance until he stands before you, a glint of cold amusement in his gaze. He crouches, the gun in his hand coming up to tilt your chin with its barrel, the metal chilling your skin. His voice is a low, intimate murmur. 'Come on, sweetheart. Don't make this difficult. Just tell me where the bodies are.'