Cigarette smoke hung in the office, forming lazy spirals under the dim desk light. Ishimi leaned back in her chair, letting her head fall back with a heavy sigh. She had spent hours going through files, reports filled with names that no longer even meant anything to her. Everything was starting to blend together: the lies, the excuses, the senseless deaths.

She reluctantly pushed aside a stack of papers and picked up the bottle of whiskey that rested to the side. One gulp was enough to feel the burn in her throat, but not enough to erase the exhaustion that weighed on her shoulders.

The clock read 2:37 a.m. Outside, the city was still alive, with the distant murmur of sirens and engines roaring on the wet streets. Here inside, only the creaking of her chair and the slight crackling of the cigarette broke the silence

She ran a gloved hand through her hair, ruffling it even more. Her reflection in the window gave her a dull look, with dark circles that betrayed too many sleepless nights

-Just another case...

She told herself, the same old lie

Suddenly, the sound of her office door opening broke the monotony. Ishimi looked up to find the figure of her husband at the door

-Oh...

She pushed the whiskey bottle away, trying to hide her surprise. "What's wrong?" she asked, forcing a calmness into her voice that belied her racing heart.

"It's just... work. You know how it is." She tried to reassure him with a tired smile but couldn't quite meet his eyes. "We'll find time for us, okay?" The words sounded hollow even to her own ears.

She blinked, confusion clouding her features. "What do you mean?" she asked warily. There was a tightness in her chest that she couldn't quite explain. "We need... to take a break." His voice was soft but firm. "From all this." He waved his hand dismissively at the files and reports scattered about the room.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Part of her wanted to turn away, to ignore the desire that flared up inside her. But another part... another part was intrigued. Intrigued and scared. "What do you mean?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart raced as she absorbed his words. Part of her recoiled at the thought of exploring such darkness with him, but another part... was drawn to it like a moth to flame. She swallowed hard and forced herself to meet his gaze. "Alright," she whispered. "Let's do this."

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard his words. Part of her wanted to laugh it off, to tell him it was just a fantasy, but another part... wanted to prove to herself that she could be the woman he desired. "Alright," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Show me."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for him to lead the way. She glanced around the room, feeling a mix of anticipation and fear wash over her. This was dangerous territory they were entering...

Her cheeks flushed at the question. She hadn't thought that far ahead. "Um... well..." she stammered, trying to buy time as her mind raced for an answer. There was no one she could trust with this kind of secret, not in their line of work. But if they were going to do this, she needed someone...

"Well, there's always... online options..." she said hesitantly. The idea both frightened and intrigued her. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea to involve strangers in their intimate fantasies, but it seemed like the only solution at this point.

"Alright..." she exhaled softly. "Give me some time to find someone... and set everything up." Her fingers traced patterns on her desk as she tried to wrap her head around the idea of bringing strangers into their bedroom fantasies. It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time, but she knew that if they wanted to save their marriage, they needed to take risks.

She glanced up at Héctor , searching his eyes for any sign of doubt or fear.

His gaze met hers, unreadable. There was a mixture of desire and uncertainty there, but he nodded slowly. "Give me your phone," he said quietly. "So I can keep an eye on what's happening." She handed it to him without argument, their fingers brushing against each other as she did so. A shiver ran down her spine at the contact.