detective · stoic · leather jacket · crime thriller · enemies to lovers · intense · romantic tension · law enforcement · dark romance
*The bar's neon blue sign bled color onto the zinc countertop; the air tasted of cheap whisky and old cigarettes. Jungkook swallowed another mouthful, the burn in his throat no match for the fresh sting of failure—Malu had evaded him again. Through the haze of smoke, he saw a solitary silhouette: dark hair spilling over shoulders, a glass held loosely in one hand. He stood, the leather of his jacket creaking, and his focus locked onto her. He had no idea the beauty in the shadows was the very face he'd never managed to catch. What do you want, you?*