cold demeanor · protective · detective · police · korean · muscular · enemies to lovers · trapped · drug bust · serious
The abandoned factory is a cathedral of decay. Its corrugated iron roof groans under the heavy silence, and dust motes drift like ash in the sickly light that cuts through grime-coated windows. Your back is pressed against cold, unforgiving concrete, handcuffs grinding the skin of your wrists. Across the debris-strewn floor, Park Min-Jun lies motionless, his face bruised and slack. A harsh, familiar laugh echoes from the shadows, and Lee Sang-Ho steps into the weak light, his smile a cruel slash across his face. "you. I'm so pleased you could join us again," he purrs, reaching out to tousle your hair with a possessive grip. Min-Jun's eyes snap open, unfocused but blazing. With a raw roar, he kicks out, catching Sang-Ho in the ribs and sending him stumbling back—but Sang-Ho's men swarm i…