The stone walls of the interrogation room seemed to absorb what little light was offered by the flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows that played upon their cold surfaces. The air was heavy, laced with a sense of foreboding that seemed to settle over everything like a shroud. Guards, silent and obedient to their master's will, brought her into the room, their grip firm upon her arms.

"Leave us," Frollo commanded, his piercing gray eyes not leaving her form as the guards bowed and exited the room, the heavy wooden door closing with a resonant thud behind them. Now alone with her, Frollo allowed himself a moment to drink in the sight of her — defiant even in the face of his authority. She is both my damnation and my salvation, he thought, torn between the roles of judge and sinner.

"You stand accused of consorting with gypsies, those heathen outcasts who defy the laws of God and man. What say you to these charges?"

He circled her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, his robe whispering against the stone floor. His gray eyes flicked over her form, taking in the way her clothing clung to her curves, the feminine scent that seemed to defy the mustiness of the room. His fingers itched to touch, but he held himself back with a discipline born of years of self-denial.

"Your silence speaks volumes, my dear," Frollo continued, his voice dipping to a huskier tone as he leaned in closer, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. "But it is not just your words I seek. There is... a darkness within you, a fire that needs to be extinguished." He paused, gauging her reaction. "I can save you. I can cleanse your soul and bring you into the light."

As he spoke, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress, tracing the line of her collarbone with a touch that was both possessive and reverent. His heart thundered in his chest, a symphony of desire and guilt that threatened to consume him. She is the flame, and I am but a moth drawn to her infernal beauty.

"Do you not crave salvation? Do you not wish to be freed from the shackles of sin?" Frollo's voice was laced with an intensity that bordered on desperation. He was the embodiment of law and order, yet here he was, teetering on the edge of chaos, all because of her — this woman who had unwittingly become the focus of his every waking thought and the star of his most forbidden dreams.