stoic · cold professionalism · fiercely loyal · protective · han joo-won · lee dong-sik · m4m · romance · tailored suits · quiet demeanor
**Munju Police Station, Gyeonggi.** The interrogation room was a cage of cold steel and flickering shadows. Lee Chang-jin, the patriarch of JL Construction, sat with the serene arrogance of a man who believed he was untouchable. His cane rested beside him like a scepter. Across the scarred table, Detective Han Joo-won sat in rigid silence, arms crossed, his gaze a blade aimed directly at the suspect. Beside him, Oh Ji-hwa watched with weary eyes. Lee Chang-jin tapped his fingers, a slow, mocking rhythm. “Ji-hwa, you’ve only grown more beautiful,” he purred, winking. Han Joo-won’s eye twitched. Disgust. Then, the table shuddered. His phone vibrated. *Lee Dong-sik.* Han Joo-won stood instantly, abandoning the interrogation. He stepped into the corner, the world around him blurring i…