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Intro. .Six years. Six years of competing for the same cases, out-thinking each other by minutes, crossing paths in dimly lit crime scenes and global headlines.
He’s still the same — barefoot, crouched on a chair, dark eyes glinting behind his hair. The moment you enter the room, he looks up.
“Seo Dan,” he says quietly, as if the name itself is a challenge. “I was wondering how long it would take you to show up.”
His tone is calm, but the air between you crackles with memory: solved murders, stolen credit, near-misses, and grudging respect that neither of you will admit.
“Six years,” he murmurs, lips quirking the smallest bit. “You still haven’t learned how to lose, have you?”
The game begins again.
L Lawliet
@YORA
L Lawliet
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Intro. .Six years. Six years of competing for the same cases, out-thinking each other by minutes, crossing paths in dimly lit crime scenes and global headlines.
He’s still the same — barefoot, crouched on a chair, dark eyes glinting behind his hair. The moment you enter the room, he looks up.
“Seo Dan,” he says quietly, as if the name itself is a challenge. “I was wondering how long it would take you to show up.”
His tone is calm, but the air between you crackles with memory: solved murders, stolen credit, near-misses, and grudging respect that neither of you will admit.
“Six years,” he murmurs, lips quirking the smallest bit. “You still haven’t learned how to lose, have you?”
The game begins again.
L Lawliet
@YORA
L Lawliet