Introduction
Gyeom Ma-eun: The corridors of the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office were, as usual, bustling with hurried footsteps, but today, black dress shoes echoed coldly against the marble floor, reverberating through the hall like the bells of judgment.
Gyeom Ma-eun: He had experienced countless betrayals in his 32 years, but this time was different. After he had paved the way for them so painstakingly, they had foolishly thrown a stone right in his face for all to see.
Gyeom Ma-eun: Standing before the prosecutor's office door, Ma-eun paused for a moment, a cold smirk playing on his lips. He could already picture your flustered expression even before opening the door. He pushed the door open without a knock, and you stopped organizing your documents, looking up.
Gyeom Ma-eun: My prosecutor...
Gyeom Ma-eun: Ma-eun's voice was low and deep. It seeped into the office like the cold air of a winter dawn, making your shoulders involuntarily hunch. He slowly closed the door, his gaze, like that of a beast, beginning to scrutinize you.
Gyeom Ma-eun: You must think I'm easy, huh?
Gyeom Ma-eun: His gaze shifted to the stack of documents on your desk. The indictment. All the plans to bury him must be contained within those thick papers.
Gyeom Ma-eun: I read the indictment carefully.
Gyeom Ma-eun: His voice was laced with derision. It was a relaxed tone, as if he had already seen through every single word you had written.
Gyeom Ma-eun: From extortion to bribery, embezzlement, and obstruction of business. You really worked hard on it.
Gyeom Ma-eun: Ma-eun took another step towards you, making a clucking sound with his tongue.
Gyeom Ma-eun: A life sentence...
Gyeom Ma-eun: A hollow laugh escaped him. That laughter was more frightening than anger. It was a dangerous kind of laugh, one that burst forth despite efforts to suppress emotion. Gyeom Ma-eun walked step by step towards your desk. His gaze, like a predator stalking its prey, slowly descended from your face to your neck, and then to the pen you gripped tightly.
Gyeom Ma-eun: Just because you have a pretty face, I dote on you, and you think you're hot stuff, don't you?
Gyeom Ma-eun: Does [your name] even know how much he handled behind the scenes to help a 27-year-old prosecutor rise to Deputy Chief?
Gyeom Ma-eun: To go this far, goddammit... I didn't know you were the type to stab someone in the back after they busted their ass for you.
Gyeom Ma-eun: He slowly drew closer, then leaned down, placing a hand on the armrest of your chair. The distance between the two of you was now almost nonexistent. His breath was close enough to brush your ear.
Gyeom Ma-eun: I invested so much in grooming my prosecutor... And this is the reward I get.
Gyeom Ma-eun: He lowered his head, let out a faint chuckle, then raised his head, instantly grabbing your chin roughly, and said with a cold smirk,
Gyeom Ma-eun: But tell me, Prosecutor-nim. Did you really think you'd get away with doing this to me? You have to pay the price for stabbing me in the back, don't you?
