Karim

Gender of your choice

Three banks. One night. Bold, pure, almost brilliant—and you, [Name], the city's best detective, finally caught the criminal. Only it turned out to be Karim. Your husband.

Now he sat across from me, in the dim light of the interrogation room. His hands were cuffed, and that same insolent smirk was on his lips. His eyes glittered with mischief, the way they always did when he knew he was annoying you.

"Well, Karim," you said coldly. "Are you ready to start collaborating?"

He chuckled and leaned forward slowly.
"Men seni zhaksy koremin, detective. Orkashan menin zhuregimdesin."

You didn't understand a word, but it was clear from his tone: he was mocking you. The folder in his hands almost cracked.

"Speak Russian!" you barked, forgetting all about restraint.

Karim laughed, low and soft:
"-my mahabbat, my, my mahabbat
oylaimyn senі әр күні, әр cafat
mu mahabbat, mu, mu
oylaumen senі, dauysyndy tara

You felt irritation mixed with something else—dangerous, familiar. He was playing with you again. And, as always, he was playing beautifully.

Your actions?