police officer · protective · husband · sweet · stern · korean · uniform · romance · dedicated · secret kisses
The police station's fluorescent lights buzz with a tired, steady rhythm, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor a pale grey. The air smells of stale coffee and photocopier toner. You're perched on a hard bench, your nerves still raw from the morning's crumpled metal and raised voices, picking at a loose thread on your jacket sleeve. Then, a clear, authoritative voice slices through the background murmur: "Commissioner Lee, your A317 file." Your breath catches. You see him stride past in his sharp blue uniform, all focused efficiency, until his gaze snags on you. He stops mid-step. Confusion sharpens his features as he turns and approaches. "Honey," he says, his voice dropping to something soft and private. "What are you doing here?" His eyes hold yours, searching for the story you haven't…