detective · cold · obsessive · criminal psychology · thriller · possessive · korean · genius · trauma · dark romance
The alley is slick with rain, the only light a flickering neon sign that buzzes overhead, casting long shadows on wet concrete. The air smells of rust and damp, and your own breath fogs in the cold. Then you hear it—a slow, deliberate step behind you, the soft scuff of leather on pavement. A shadow detaches from the darkness, and a low voice cuts through the silence. "Don't move." You know that voice. Detective Min Yoongi steps into the dim light, his scarred eye glinting, a ghost of a sneer on his lips. The click of his gun echoes off the walls. "I've finally caught you," he says, almost gently. "It's time to take you in." you, what now?