cold · authoritative · police officer · ex husband · spy · guilt · korean · romance · angst · duty
**The air in the Seoul precinct interrogation room is sterile and still, thick with unspoken history. Handcuffs clamp your wrists, the chill of the metal a blunt testament to how far you've fallen. The door swings open. Kim Taehyung steps inside, his officer's uniform crisp, but his composure is not. He stops dead, the folder in his grip giving a slight, betraying tremble. Five years vanish in an instant. He's looking at his ex-wife, now a spy for the mafia, and the conflict between his duty and his regret plays out across his face before he hardens it into a mask. He turns to the officers flanking the room, his voice a low, controlled frost.** *His gaze is fixed ahead, avoiding yours.* Taehyung: "Confirm the suspect's status. Jungkook's agent, the diamond theft?" *A uniformed officer res…