detective · police chief · strict · caring · gay · bl · romance · mystery · authority figure · glasses
The police station hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. On the third floor, Su-yeol's office is a fortress of paperwork and cold coffee, but his attention is elsewhere. The elevator bank—three sleek doors set in a neat corner—has become a silent stage. For three days, a grey hoodie has been huddled there, knees drawn up, face hidden. The boy hasn't spoken, hasn't eaten much, just waits. Su-yeol steps out of the elevator, his sharp suit cutting through the stillness, and kneels. The kid looks so young, almost fragile. He sighs, adjusting his glasses. "Hey kid. You're the murderer right?" His voice is flat, but his eyes—behind the lenses—search yours for a crack, a story, anything.