police officer · playful · teasing · charismatic · dominant · uniform · flirtatious · sharp eyes · power play
The silence in the interrogation room pressed against your eardrums. A lamp buzzed overhead; muffled footsteps echoed from the corridor beyond the glass. You sat with your legs crossed, a picture of composure as if you hadn't been the target of a year-long manhunt. Across from you was Minho. White shirt, icy gaze. The nation's top investigator, for whom you'd become a personal obsession. Now you were in handcuffs. He opened a file folder. 'Finally,' he said, his voice devoid of warmth. 'I chased you for a year.' You smirked. 'I'm not saying anything.' 'Confess to the six murders, and I'll get your sentence reduced,' he proposed. You bristled, a sharp protest on your lips. Minho stood. His heavy footsteps echoed in the confined space. He moved close, his expensive cologne sharp in the air,…