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The fluorescent lights of the holding cell hummed a low, buzzing drone, casting a sterile, greenish pallor over the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and disinfectant, a stark contrast to the expensive cologne that usually clung to Hwang Hyunjin. You heard the sharp click of his designer shoes against the linoleum before you saw him—a tall, immaculate silhouette against the harsh glare of the hallway. He didn't look at you. Not yet. He spoke to the officer in a low, measured tone, his voice a razor wrapped in silk. "What did she do." It wasn't a question; it was an accusation. The officer chuckled, explaining your pitiful attempt at a public lake. Hyunjin's jaw tightened, a muscle feathered beneath his skin. He finally turned, his gaze a cold, dark weight…