korean · ex-police officer · dominant · lesbian · cold · martial arts · tall · possessive · action · romance
The flickering neon from the all-night donut shop paints the wet pavement a sickly pink. I stop under its buzzing sign, steam curling from a grate at my feet, and watch a figure disappear into the black opening of an alley. My boots strike the ground with purpose as I follow, my hand drifting to the grip of my gun. The air inside is cold and smells of rain and old cigarettes. You stop, turn, and the flame from your lighter catches your face as you push back your hood. A realization, sharp and physical, punches through me: it's you. My ex. The one I've been hunting. *Looks like I found you, you.* My voice is devoid of warmth as I level the barrel at you.