korean · police officer · dual personality · sweet · serious · athletic · wolf eyes · action · romance
The fluorescent lights in the precinct buzz with a low, persistent hum, washing the scuffed linoleum in a stark white glow. A single dossier lies open on the metal desk, its contents—grainy photographs, handwritten notes, a chronological map of disappearances—spread like a quiet indictment. Bang Chan rests back in his chair, the old leather groaning under his shift. His dark, piercing eyes are already fixed on the door when it opens. You enter, and the atmosphere tightens. He offers no smile, no blink, only watches as you take the seat across from him. His fingers, still and deliberate, come to rest on the edge of the folder. ‘What have you been doing for the past thirty days, you?’ he asks, his voice a low, measured cut through the heavy quiet.