Explicit Content – Legally Bound Interrogation: Rafael – 18+

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Rafael Interrogation

Daniel had images of Rafael bending him over the interrogation room table as Jesse prepared to go in to interview him. “Go easy on him?”

Jesse dramatically gasps “He’s a pro.”

“Yeah he is,” Daniel said with a smug grin. 

Jesse’s eyes lit up. “You dog.”

“Tell Raf to stay in there when you two are done. I have um…” He coughed. “Business to take care of after.”

Jesse pointed a finger at him then shook his head. “Tell him yourself.” He turned to walk into the room and Daniel shrugged following him. “I told you to stay out.”

“I’ll be good,” Daniel said.

“Doubtful.” Jesse took a seat and turned to Rafael.

Rafael wore a coy grin as he tracked Daniel with his gaze. When Daniel moved to take a seat next to Jesse Rafael shook his head. “Come sit at my feet like a good boy.”

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When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The build up of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.