Title: Behind the Badge

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Synopsis: Detective Hwang Hyunjin is Seoul’s golden cop — sharp, efficient, and always one step ahead. But what no one knows is that he’s also the right hand of one of Korea’s deadliest underground gangs. Cold and calculated on the surface, his real self is hidden behind the badge: unhinged, violent, and deadly.

Seungmin, the 20-year-old son of Korea’s most powerful conglomerate chairman, has always lived under strict rules and silent expectations. But when a man lays hands on his little sister, something inside him snaps. The man ends up dead. Seungmin doesn’t run. He calls the police.

And that’s when Hyunjin walks into the interrogation room.

But the case isn’t simple. Because the murdered man? He was a known informant for Hyunjin’s gang. And now Hyunjin has two choices: cover for Seungmin… or eliminate him.

But Hyunjin is intrigued — not just by the case, but by him. By Seungmin’s fire. His bloodied hands. His soft voice confessing murder without a hint of regret.

For the first time in years, Hyunjin doesn’t want to break someone.

He wants to own them.

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Chapter One: “Scarlet Silence”

The scent of blood still clung to the hallway.

Detective Hwang Hyunjin pushed open the glass doors of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department, the morning sun casting long shadows across the floor. His black trench coat swayed behind him as he moved, eyes empty, jaw clenched. Everyone in the room went quiet — not out of respect, but fear. There was something off about him. Something no one could name. Like a ticking bomb with a charming smile.

“Detective,” his captain called, “new case. Homicide. Young man beat a guy to death in his own home. Says it was self-defense.”

Hyunjin raised a brow. “Victim?”

“Ex-con. trafficking charges. Released last year.”

“Suspect?”

“Kim Seungmin. Son of Kim Jaeryung.”

Hyunjin paused.

Kim Jaeryung. The chairman. The same man who put half the city in his pocket.

He smirked slightly. “Where is the boy?”

“Interrogation Room 2.”

Hyunjin made his way down the hall, but his mind was elsewhere. The name Seungmin echoed strangely in his head. He knew that family. Clean image. Silent heir. Never caused a stir.

Until now.

When he opened the door, what he saw made him stop.

A young man sat there, hands bloodied, sleeves rolled up, white shirt torn at the shoulder. His jaw was bruised, but his eyes were calm. Too calm. He didn’t flinch as Hyunjin stepped in. Didn’t blink. Just sat with his hands folded neatly, like this was all just a formality.

“You’re Kim Seungmin?”

“Yes.”

“You’re aware you just confessed to killing a man?”