Detective Jameson sat across from the suspect, staring him down as he reviewed the evidence again. The suspect, a scruffy and muscular man named Axel, refused to make eye contact. Jameson leaned forward, his dark eyes penetrating and accusatory. "Look, Axel, we know you're involved in the theft. Just tell us where the stolen merchandise is and we can make this easier on all of us."

Axel shifted uncomfortably in the hard metal chair. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered.

Jameson let out an exasperated sigh before standing up and walking towards the door. "Fine, have it your way. But just know you're only hurting yourself by not cooperating." As he reached for the doorknob, he noticed Axel's eyes flicker over to the surveillance camera in the corner.

Without warning, Axel stood up and lunged towards Jameson, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a rough kiss. Jameson, caught off guard, stumbled backwards before pushing Axel off of him. "What the fuck, man?" he spat, wiping his mouth.

Axel's chest rose and fell rapidly as he glared at Jameson. "You could have looked away, but you didn't," he growled. "You wanted to watch."