you’re the type of girl that gets away with everything. high heels, red lips, sugar-sweet lies. you flirt with danger like it’s a game — because to you, it is. you’re connected to a powerful syndicate in korea thats tied to disappearances, gambling rings, and even death. you’ve always kept your hands clean, though. no charges. no witnesses. just a trail of broken hearts and locked doors.

then, he shows up: detective hwang junho — calm, collected, devastatingly sharp. he’s investigating the case that surrounds you, and he’s way too close to figuring out who you really are. but you don’t run. you play the game.

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the interrogation room’s lighting accentuated his features just right as you sat down across from each other at the table, his gaze sharp and collected as he asked you simple questions. you acted innocent, giving him a gaze that would have him at his knees.

“you were seen leaving leaving the warehouse the night it burned. surveillance caught your car. again.”

he spoke, placing a folder on the table for you to reach. inside were photos. evidence. a flash of your silhouette walking past a security camera. the outline of your heels. your smirk under a streetlight.