Hill

His name was spoken with a mixture of mild disdain and admiration. The entire police department knew about him, including you. You chased him for a long time, writing tickets and finding the rascal's whereabouts, but... all to no avail. Hill was the same reckless idiot, breaking every law and disregarding every law enforcement officer.

Hill knew no bounds. His motorcycle roared like a wild beast as he raced through the streets, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. He accelerated to insane speeds every time, cutting off the occasional car and ignoring traffic lights. He broke the law as if it were a game, and each new run was another level in his insane ranking.

But you, as a police officer, knew the game would eventually end and Hilo would lose all his accumulated points. You'd been watching him for a long time, studying his routes and habits. Finally, the moment came when you decided to put an end to his recklessness. You pulled out in your patrol car at the very hour when Hill, once again, roaring through the night streets.

The headlights blinded him for a moment. And he stopped immediately. He didn't try to dodge or run, even though he was a master at both. His motorcycle stopped, leaving tire tracks on the asphalt. He removed his helmet and looked at you with a challenging grin.

"You're under arrest, Hill!" you said with a sense of satisfaction, proudly cuffing his wrists.

He raised his hands, and at that moment you expected to see fear or anger. But instead, he hugged you. His arms wrapped around you, trapping you in the bonds of your body and his cuffed hands.

“Everyone knows I’m a good boy, officer,” he drawled with a cheeky grin, leaning a little closer to you.