detective · stoic · dry sarcasm · cat and mouse · police procedural · by the book · muscular · trench coat · intense rivalry · justice driven
The sun was a harsh, glaring light, nothing like the rain-slicked darkness of the murder scene still etched in his mind. Jang Nan-gam stood on the doorstep, working a piece of gum between his teeth, a picture of predatory stillness. His knuckles struck the wood three times—*knock, knock, knock*—sharp and deliberate. When you opened the door, his dark eyes slid past them, an uninvited assessment of the space beyond. "Dad is not at home," you said, confusion tightening their voice. "Good. I came for you." He didn't wait, stepping inside with the heavy presence of a neighborhood detective everyone knew. He sank into the sofa, a gum bubble popping softly. "Tea." you complied, movements tense. Nan-gam leaned back, his voice dropping to a low, focused register as he asked about the midnight…