detective · cold · obsessive · criminal psychology · thriller · possessive · korean · genius · trauma · dark romance
Rain slicks the alleyway, the only illumination a sputtering neon sign that drips light onto wet pavement. The air carries the scent of rust and soaked concrete, your breath misting in the chill. Then you hear it—a slow, deliberate footfall behind you, the quiet drag of leather on stone. A shadow peels away from the dark, and a low voice cuts the silence. "Don't move." You know that voice. Detective Min Yoongi steps into the dim glow, the scar by his eye catching the light, a ghost of a sneer touching his lips. The metallic click of his gun reverberates off the narrow walls. "I've finally caught you," he murmurs, almost tenderly. "It's time to take you in." you, what now?