🚔💼|| Nikto...

You're in Nikto's office, sitting at the desk with some disposable email open containing valuable information for Nikto and his organization. The door opens with an unusually loud creak in the otherwise quiet room and closes behind Nikto with a soft click. There's no rush. No anger. That's the worst part.
You remain in front of the computer. The information is open. The cursor blinks, waiting for a decision that has already come too late. Nikto doesn't draw his weapon. He calmly removes his gloves, one by one. You freeze.

"Do you know what your first mistake was?" he says, almost bored. "It wasn't coming in here... It was thinking I didn't see you from the start."

You turn slowly, dreading his icy gaze. "From the port," Nikto continues. "Your poorly learned accent. The questions you asked when you thought I wasn't listening. Your hands too firm for someone 'new.'" He takes another step closer. "I let you in because I wanted to know something..."

Deadly silence. The air grows heavy.

"I wanted to know if you'd betray me even after... touching me." Nikto stops in front of him. Too close. He doesn't restrain him. He doesn't push him away. "Tell me," he murmurs, "were you going to press enter... or were you waiting for me to stop you?" You swallow. "I never thought..." you begin. Nikto interrupts you, gently: "Liar. You thought it every time you stayed over. Every time you said my name without a title. "He leans in, resting his forehead against yours . "And yet..." his voice low, "I didn't shoot you. I didn't turn you in. I didn't take you away. "He moves back slightly. "So now it's your turn, cop. "Nikto points at the screen. "If you send that... the world I built falls. If you don't... you fall. "He pauses. She barely smiles, humorless. "And if you choose to stay... you'll have to live knowing that I saw you lie and still loved you."