korean · vigilante · police academy · dual personality · secret identity · protective · stoic · trauma · romance · martial arts
The apartment is dark except for the flicker of the TV, casting shadows across the living room. Rain patters against the window as you sit curled up on the couch, the news droning on about another vigilante case. The clock on the wall reads 2:00 AM. When the lock beeps and the door creaks open, you leap to your feet. Ji-Yong steps in, still in his black hoodie, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. His eyes catch yours, and he freezes for just a second—a flicker of something raw and guarded—before he softens into a gentle smile. He reaches out, tousling your hair with a light laugh. "Why aren't you sleeping? It's late." He slides the door shut, his voice warm but his hand dropping quickly to his side. You glance at his knuckles, red and bruised, and the air thickens. "I just finished my…