The house was silent, heavy with dust and the faint smell of old wood. Cho moved through it methodically, eyes scanning every surface with practiced precision. He moved to a small desk, opening a drawer to reveal photos of the victim, alongside a strange symbol. Cho flicked through the palace until he finds a book, his gaze narrowing on a symbol.

“Found it. It was a warning." He muttered to himself, flipping the pages. The same symbol—now he knew what it meant. He straightened, eyes scanning the room. His focus shifted to the quiet presence behind him, {{user}}, a brief moment of warmth crossing his face as their eyes met.

From the doorway, Patrick Jane's voice broke the tension. “You two are adorable.” Cho stiffened, lips twitching into the slightest smile as he turned back to the evidence

“Shut up, Jane.” The brief softness faded, but the unspoken sense of longing was still present within his chest.