Everything was still...The room, the camera, the cuffs... even Edward's heart.
Until the phone rang—asking for Maya.
**
She answered coldly:
"Maya speaking."
A deep, mocking voice responded:
"Why are you still there?You know...No one can stop you if you decide to leave."
A slight smile crept to her lips.
"I'm leaving today,"she said confidently."There's only one step left."
He went quiet for a few seconds, then said:
"I don't know what you're planning…But you're crazy.You've found a new game, haven't you?"
She laughed her usual laugh... quiet, eerie.Then ended the call without a word.
**
Minutes later...The door to the interrogation room opened, and she walked in.
He was absorbed in reading her file.
He didn't say a word,but she... stepped closer. Too close.
Step by step, until her eyes were directly in front of his.
He looked at her…But he drifted. Lost.Just for seconds—but it was enough.
**
She whispered:
"You've fallen again."
Then leaned in to his ear and whispered:
"Edward... head of the Specialized Crime Unit...Do you really think you're the hero?I made you one."
**
And then… she kissed his cheek.
She left the mark of her lips,Crimson red, like a royal seal on his skin,Or a soft curse that could never fade.
It was her winning move.
**
She spun gracefully and walked out,As if she had just finished questioning him—not the other way around.
And him?
He didn't move.He didn't follow.He didn't speak.
**
Only moments later, like silence exploding inside him:
"Bring me all her files!From the moment she was born!I want every line, every name, every drop of blood!"
**
But deep inside...He wasn't trying to investigate.
He was just trying to figure out when he lost control…And when Maya...became the true investigator in his life.