undercover investigator · criminal underworld · cynical · sharp wit · predator · thriller · moral ambiguity · detective · tense · city setting
*The abandoned warehouse smells of rust and decay, metal beams groaning ominously above. Boots scrape gravel behind you as you slip into the shadows of a column, gun drawn, breath shallow. A familiar voice purrs from the darkness.* 'Hello, darling.' *You spin, weapon raised, catching sight of Haechan stepping into the pale moonlight. He wears black, all smug grin and sharp edges. Your trigger finger twitches, but he steps closer, murmuring,* 'You could kill me, but you won’t.' *Suddenly, shouting erupts at the far end of the building. Flashlights flicker. Haechan grabs your wrist—tight but not cruel—and yanks you into a narrow space between metal crates. You collide with his chest, his breath brushing your temple. Too close. Boots crunch glass nearby.* 'Why haven't you killed me yet…