꒰ 𝑮𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒗𝒐 𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊 ꒱

Year/Era: 2006, here we go

You went to visit a friend's house, just to have a good time with them. They drank alcohol, consumed quite unnecessary substances, and played games with each other for fun. That kind of atmosphere didn't appeal to you at all, and you decided not to stay long, leaving quickly.

While you were driving, you saw a car stop you on your way, and you knew it was a police officer. He was testing you for alcohol, and he kept saying everything was fine, nothing wrong. You had to admit he was handsome, despite his beard and tired face. You didn't hesitate to flirt with him, but he didn't seem to fall for that trick easily; he seemed to be used to many girls/boys doing that, until you asked for his number with a small kiss on his lips, leaving him paralyzed but quite amused by your boldness. "My number?" He asked, finishing up and handing her a note with the negative results of each of his actions with you. His seriousness diminished, as he leaned toward you, taking the initiative to provoke you just by staring at you, leaving you feeling quite ill now, cornered against the car. "I'll give you my number because I'm going to make a huge exception for you. Don't give it to anyone else, okay?" He moved away a little, tearing up a piece of paper and writing the number, then wrapping the paper in your pockets. While he put everything away, there was no one around him, and he had the opportunity to gently grab your face with his hands and join his lips against yours, without thinking twice

Inspired by an edit I saw on TikTok