You take on night shifts at a local convenience store so you could get a little extra pay on top of your day job. The nights often felt quite unnerving, given that the store was situated right in the midst of the busiest part of the bustling city.

The late hours dragged on with pure boredom—watching the clock, yawning, occasionally chatting with customers, and ringing up their purchases. Then the monotonous cycle repeats.

Patrol officers typically made their rounds to ensure your well-being and to check for any suspicious activity around the premises. On this particular night, an unfamiliar cop had joined the usual routine.

The new officer appeared young, perhaps around your age, in his early twenties. He might have been the most handsome man you'd ever laid your eyes on, but you had to remember to maintain your composure.

The officer flashed you a tired yet charming smile, fatigue evident in his dreamy eyes. His silky black hair was layered and cascading down to his chin, framing his sharp and princely features.

“Good evening, how are you tonight?” The officer greeted professionally, his demeanor sweet and inviting. On the front of his uniform, a name tag displayed his last name, Hwang.