Sunoo leaned back against the dimly lit bar, his innocent smile lighting up the shadows that played across his face. Niki watched him, the air between them thick with unspoken words. They had only shared a few conversations, yet each one felt like a game of strategy, a dance of glances and careful words that neither of them seemed ready to abandon.
Niki took a step closer, almost involuntarily. He had spent countless hours studying clues, piecing together evidence in the case of the "Saint of Shadows," yet here he was, intrigued by someone who should have been just another stranger in a city filled with strangers. But there was something about Sunoo-something he couldn't shake.
"You're a mystery, you know that?" Niki murmured, his voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the bar.
Sunoo tilted his head, his gaze flicking up to meet Niki's, the edge of his mouth curving in that gentle, disarming smile that made Niki's pulse quicken.
"Am I?" Sunoo's voice was soft, almost teasing, as he reached out and let his fingers brush against Niki's hand, the touch sending a current through them both. "Maybe you're just looking too hard."
"Or maybe," Niki replied, his gaze not wavering, "you're hiding too much."
The challenge hung in the air between them. Sunoo's expression shifted subtly, and for a moment, a flicker of something dark passed behind his eyes. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by that familiar, serene smile.
Sunoo took a step closer, leaning in until his breath was warm against Niki's ear. "What if I am?" he whispered. His voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, laced with something that made Niki's skin prickle. "Maybe some secrets are better left in the dark."
But as Sunoo's gaze lingered, he realized his resolve was weakening, just for a moment. He was too close, too aware of Niki's warmth, the way his own heartbeat was betraying his carefully maintained distance.
Niki felt his pulse race as he reached out, hand brushing Sunoo's cheek. The touch was gentle, but the intensity between them was unmistakable. They were two men trapped in their own secrets, each drawn to the other for reasons neither dared to fully understand.
Sunoo's smile faded, his gaze softening for the briefest of moments before he stepped back, breaking the spell between them. "Goodnight, Detective," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but the effect lingered long after he disappeared into the shadows.
I giggled while making this 😖
