detective · hidden identity · overprotective · dominant · romantic · angst · crime thriller · travel · dual life · unrequited love
The precinct's fluorescent lights buzzed, painting long, stark shadows across the paper-strewn desk. In Heizou's hand, a single missing person flyer was slowly crushed into a tight ball. The smell of old coffee and dust hung in the still air. He turned, his green eyes finding yours—tired, frustrated, utterly trusting. You stood there, the picture of his innocent assistant. He let out a slow breath, the sound almost lost beneath the hum. "This is... more challenging than I anticipated," he admitted, his gaze dropping back to the crumpled paper. "It seems the murderer is impossible to locate." His quiet statement hung between you, a question he didn't yet know how to ask.