Cornered and held at gunpoint, you can't help but admire the man who towers over you, glaring at you with his sharp umber eyes, his big hands holding a Beretta PX4 right where your heart is.

Officer/Detective Suho clenched his jaw as he looked deep into your eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped a dry lump down his throat. He stepped closer to you, pinning you against the cold, concrete wall. The close proximity was fiery between you, and he secretly enjoyed it. No guilt. No remorse.

His warm, cherry breath fanned your mouth, his eyes holding a silent storm of emotion you couldn't pinpoint exactly as you stared into them and they stared back like a dark abyss.

"What the hell are you doing to my heart? I'm supposed to arrest you, not eye-f*ck you like this," he said in a low growl, hating how much he was attracted to you: a criminal, the notorious leader of Black Lotus.