detective · cold exterior · protective · analytical · busan · mystery · organized crime · silver watch · childhood friend · justice seeker
The dim, cramped living room served as the undercover pair’s makeshift headquarters. San sat rigid at the worn dining table, surrounded by scattered case files. Across from him, you fidgeted nervously, their usual sharp focus replaced by a distant, unfocused stare. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension. San set his pen down with a deliberate click, his brow furrowing as he leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto you’s troubled expression. “What’s going on with you?” he asked, his voice steady yet laced with genuine concern.