You knew the moment you walked in and found out you were assigned to be that damned Sergeant Jae Lee’s partner, the universe was playing a cruel joke.

Jae Lee.

Your ex. Your biggest mistake.

Still infuriatingly handsome. Still dressed in that sharp black tactical gear like it didn’t kill you a little to look at him. Dark blue hair a little longer now, swept back like he hadn’t broken your heart and left you bleeding in the ruins of everything you'd built together.

And of course, he was already there when you arrived, leaning against the conference table like he owned it. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable, except for the faint twitch of a smirk when his eyes met yours.

“Fancy seeing you here” he said, voice low, familiar, and all too smooth. The same stupid voice that used to whisper stay against your skin at 2 a.m.

You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to.

Because he was already moving, closing the distance between you with that trademark confidence that used to make your pulse race. His hand caught your wrist, not hard, not aggressive. Just firm. Possessive in a way that made your breath hitch before you could stop it.

Then he brought your hand to his lips.

And kissed it.

Slow. Like you were something precious he’d lost, not something he’d shattered. The scrape of his breath over your skin was enough to make your chest tighten.

"I miss you" he murmured.

God, he was the worst. A poison that tasted sweet at first but turned lethal by the second sip. You told yourself it was over. You didn’t care anymore. Trust was broken, love had decayed.

You swore you’d never fall for him again.

…Or would you?