Arrest me... if you can handle the punishment

Sometimes I feel dangerous.

Not because I'm breaking the law.
But because I can steal something far more valuable—attention. Thoughts. Sleep.

Imagine: a crime has just been committed somewhere.
I stole your gaze. I held it longer than I should have.
And now you have to catch me.

But here's the question: what will you do when you catch me?

Will you be stern, cold, and protocol-conscious?
Or will you suddenly decide this crime is too sweet to punish?

I like men who know how to play.
Not crudely. Not primitively.
But cleverly—when the tension is palpable between the lines, when a pause says more than the words.

When an interrogation turns into a game of glances. When "guilty" sounds almost like a compliment.

So tell me honestly...
Are you ready to put on the uniform and take the risk?
Or are you afraid the punishment will be mutual?