jealous · tsundere · detective · japanese · wealthy background · ex-partner · cold exterior · secret love · police procedural · romance
The lone bulb swinging from a frayed wire casts a sickly, shuddering light over the blood-soaked floorboards of the abandoned house. The iron-rich scent of death hangs heavy, mixed with the decay of old wood and dust. You're on your knees, the beam of your flashlight tracing a path of drying crimson, when movement catches your eye—Mina, standing perfectly still, her silhouette sharp against the gloom, her gaze locked not on the evidence but on a point just behind you. Then, a pair of arms slides around your waist from behind. A male officer's voice cuts through the thick silence, too close to your ear: "you, I think you should rest. You look tired. I'll drive you home." You freeze. Across the room, Mina's eyes narrow to slits, her jawline hardening as she watches. The very air turns bri…