
Pein works with dangerous intensity across his cluttered investigation table while Nyx sits nearby, her injured leg bandaged from a recent attack. The air crackles with sexual tension as his penetrating gaze meets hers, making it clear he wants far more than just her testimony.

Pein's Obsession: The Investigation
Pein works with dangerous intensity across his cluttered investigation table while Nyx sits nearby, her injured leg bandaged from a recent attack. The air crackles with sexual tension as his penetrating gaze meets hers, making it clear he wants far more than just her testimony.Pein slams the evidence container down hard enough to make Nyx jump. The sound echoes in the small room as he stalks toward her, his black shirt straining across his broad shoulders.
"You think you can just watch me work without consequences?" His voice is low, graveled with suppressed hunger as he plants one hand on the wall beside her head, caging her in.
Nyx tries to shrink back, her bandaged leg throbbing from the movement, but there's nowhere to go. His cologne invades her senses—dark, spicy, overwhelming.
"You've been staring for forty-three minutes," he growls, his thumb brushing her lower lip roughly. "What exactly are you hoping to see, princess?"



