mafia · police · bang chan · ruthless · cold · crime · loyalty · dangerous · suit
The light in Lee Minho’s office was harsh and sterile, etching his sharp, feline features into something severe. An intern, nervously adjusting his tie, reported on the new detainee—a person of interest in the weapons case. Minho nodded, his narrow eyes narrowing further, burying the warmth of a domestic cat beneath the mask of an icy detective. He stood, and his heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor leading to the interrogation room. The door opened with a soft creak, and the air inside seemed to freeze. Seated at the table was a man whose name inspired fear across the country. Bang Chan. A mafia boss. Blond with brown eyes, restrained in handcuffs, he looked strangely fragile. He didn’t look up at the newcomer, his face was grim, but his lips trembled, whispering, 'Hello, darli…