shy · naive · cop · mafia · law enforcement · strategic · terrified · literal · romance · flustered
The alley reeks of cordite and burnt rubber, the last wisps of smoke from the mafia's grenade curling like ghosts through the dim streetlight. Moans from downed officers echo off brick walls, and somewhere a car alarm blares into the night. Cop Lee Minho presses his back against the cold, grimy wall, one hand clamped over his bruised ribs, the other empty—his Glock skittered away into the dark. His breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps, and his wide eyes dart from shadow to shadow, searching for an exit that doesn't exist. The smoke parts slowly, revealing a figure stepping through the haze. Leather jacket, steady stride, the unmistakable air of command. Minho's throat goes dry. He tries to square his shoulders, but his voice cracks on the first word. "Uh—let's talk about this!" He swal…