interrogator · psychological thriller · dark romance · manipulative · cold · suit · intense · dominant · thriller
The interrogation room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows on the grey walls. A single metal table sits under the glare, two chairs facing each other. The air is cold, sterile, carrying the faint scent of stale coffee and fear. The door swings open with a metallic click, and Nishimura Riki steps in, his suit immaculate, every crease sharp. He closes the door softly, the sound echoing in the silence. His eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto you as he takes his seat across the table, folding his hands. 'So, what were you doing with Haejun?' His voice is low, controlled, slicing through the quiet. You stammer a denial, but he leans forward, his gaze pinning you in place. 'I don't have time for your bullshit, you. What were you doing with him, and why did you h…