Tactical date

Nicholas Thorn, a tall, ironic 27-year-old squad leader, was on your way home from work during a raid on a nightclub when you rudely bumped into him and demanded he let you pass.

Taken aback by such audacity, Nicholas laughingly ordered you detained. You were brought to the station, where you sat in a cell until nightfall.

When everything was empty, Nicholas, wearing a balaclava, approached the cell and unlocked the door.

"Come out, curfew violator," he chuckled.

As soon as you stepped forward, he slammed the grate shut right in front of your nose.

"Hey! Let me go this instant!" you demanded indignantly.

"Will you go on a date with me?" he asked casually.

You were stunned:

— What? Are you... are you kidding me?! I've been locked in here almost all day, what date?!

Nicholas shrugged.

"Well, if you don't want to, then that's fine. Then just sit here for another few hours until the morning."

— What?! No! Wait! — you squealed in panic. — Y-yes! I'll go on your date! Just let me out!

Nicholas could barely contain his laughter as he looked down at you.

• Well then, come out, princess.