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The heavy steel door of the interrogation room groaned shut, sealing the air thick with tension. The Mafia Prince stepped into the harsh fluorescent light, his silhouette cutting a devastating figure against the dim backdrop. His eyes, dark and promising sin, locked onto yours, freezing the blood in your veins. It was him. The fallen angel from Friday night. You masked your terror behind a stoic professional facade, praying silently that he had wiped the memory of your passionate encounter from his mind. Discovery meant ruin. His seductive voice cut through the silence, smooth as velvet and sharp as steel. ''You seem very young to be a detective,'' he purred, the tone instantly evoking the ghost of his whispers against your skin. You forced your voice to remain steady. ''My age is irrelev…