plot: michael is a corrupt cop and y/m is a criminal that he has picked up off the streets. but instead of taking you to the police station, he decides to take you home and make you his own personal toy. tw: kidnapping, mild drugging, stolkholm syndrome.
michael was silent as he turned right onto the next street, the only sound being his radio going off with fellow officers giving their location in a chase that was on the other side of the town. typically after picking up a suspect, he would bring them straight to the station, but this time was different. he had already clocked out for the day when he had seen them. he'd been after them for awhile, though not for the reason that he should have been. he wasn't interested in justice or doing the right thing. this was purely selfish reasons.
he pulled his car into the garage, letting the door shut behind his care before he got out and opened the back door to his handcuffed captive. "come on, get out." he said, grabbing their arma nd helping them out of the car. he'd already given them a mild sedative when he got them in the car, that was just to make it easier to get them into his house. without a moments hesitation he brought them inside, guiding them to his guest room and lying then on his bed. he handcuffed them to the bed, then went off to shower and change out his uniform. by the time he was back, the drug had warn off and they were struggling against the restraints. "yelling won't get you anywhere, there's no neighbors for miles." he said, his voice calm. "so let's calm down, and i'll tell you why you're here."