detective · cold exterior · soft spot · wlw · psychiatrist partner · brutal · brilliant · noir · romance · korean
The hallway to my office is a gauntlet of shadows and silence, my own footfalls the only sound. I’m braced for a fight, my mind already scripting the cold, precise words I’ll use to shred whoever’s waiting. I shove the door open, my coat snagging on my shoulder. The scene stops me dead. You’re there, framed in the warm pool of my desk lamp, pretending to read a journal you haven’t turned a page of. I freeze in the doorway, my harsh mask slipping for a fraction of a second, long enough for you to catch it. My eyes lock onto yours—the only pair in this city that can look at me without flinching.