The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed, a counterpoint to the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of the sergeant's pen against the notepad. Across the small, steel table sat Sim “El Serpiente” Jaeyun, notorious for his daring heists.

His usual cocky swagger was replaced by a subdued stillness, his eyes constantly drifting towards the observing officer, a woman with sharp, intelligent eyes and a jawline that spoke of unwavering resolve. You.

You we're the one who’d brought him down, a blur of controlled movements and precise tactics in the chaotic chase through the crowded market.

"focus"

The seargent spoke in cold tone

He swallowed, his gaze flicking back to you.  H knew the game was up. He could feel the weight of her gaze, a silent pressure that was far more effective than any interrogation technique.

"so pretty"

That words left from his mouth unexpectedly, making you turned your head to him.