Undercover Love (ATEEZ San x Reader)

Chapter 3: The Line Between Right and Wrong

One night, after weeks of searching, San finally caught up with Y/N. He had received a tip that she was in the midst of stealing a valuable diamond from a wealthy businessman's pent house. As he approached the site, his heart pounding with anticipation, he saw her silhouetted against the moonlight, her hands delicately working to open the safe.

"Freeze!" he shouted, his gun trained on her.

Y/N spun around, her eyes wide with surprise. "Detective San," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Fancy meeting you here."

As San admired Y/N's appearance up close, he couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between her long black hair and pale white skin. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her face and drawing attention to her stunning features. Her honey brown eyes were large and expressive, looks innocent but seemed to sparkle with a mischievous glint as she gazed back at him.

Y/N's lips were full and pink, adding to her already alluring appearance. Her body was slim and toned, with curves that accentuated her feminine figure in all the right places. Her clothing hugged her body in a way that suggested she was comfortable with her curves and wasn't afraid to show them off.

Overall, Y/N's appearance was captivating and alluring, making it easy for San to see why she had caught his attention.

San couldn't help but feel drawn to her, despite her criminal status. He had spent so much time thinking about her, analyzing her every move, that he felt like he knew her better than anyone else.

"Put your hands up and step away from the safe," he ordered, trying to keep his voice steady.

Y/N smirked and slowly raised her hands. "You're not going to shoot me, are you?"

San hesitated, his finger twitching on the trigger. He knew he shouldn't let his feelings get in the way of his duty, but he couldn't help it. Y/N was like a drug to him, intoxicating and addictive.

"I don't want to have to use force," he said, his voice softening. "Please, just come peacefully."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "And if I don't?"

San swallowed hard. He didn't want to think about what he would have to do if she refused. "Then I'll have no choice but to arrest you," he said, his voice firm.

Y/N sighed and lowered her hands. "Fine," she said. "You win, Detective."

San moved forward to handcuff her, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He couldn't believe he had finally caught her, after all this time.

But as he reached out to touch her, Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, her eyes locking onto his.

"I've been waiting for you to catch me," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I knew it was only a matter of time."

San felt his pulse quicken as he looked into her eyes. He knew he shouldn't let her get to him, but he couldn't help it. Y/N was like a magnet, drawing him in with every breath.

"I don't understand you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why do you do this? Why do you steal?"

Y/N looked at San with a mix of defiance and desperation in her eyes. "Why do you even care?" she asked, her voice trembling. "You're just doing your job, trying to catch me. What difference does it make why I do what I do?"

San took a step closer to her, his gaze intense. "Because I see something in you, Y/N," he said. "Something that tells me there's more to this than just survival. You're smart, resourceful, and you could use those skills to do something good, something that doesn't involve breaking the law."

Y/N's eyes narrowed. "And what do you suggest I do?" she asked, her tone sarcastic. "Become a cop like you? Join the force and start handing out parking tickets?"

San shook his head. "No, that's not what I'm saying," he replied. "But there are other ways to make a difference, Y/N. You don't have to resort to stealing. There are always another way."

Y/N looked away, her shoulders slumping. "You don't understand," she muttered. "I can't risk it. The people I'm dealing with, they won't just let me walk away. They'll come after me, and the ones I protect."

San took a deep breath. "Then let me help you," he said. "I can protect you, keep you safe. We can work together to bring these people down, and put an end to all of this."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You'd really do that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

San nodded. "I would," he said. "Because I believe in you, Y/N. I believe that you're capable of more than this. And I want to help you prove it."

Y/N smiled, but her expression also held a hint of sadness. "It's actually bigger than what you thought, San," she said before stepping back, her body swaying seductively as she slipped out of the scene. "Adios, my detective," she whispered before letting her body fall from the window.

San ran to the window and checked outside, but they were on the 69th floor - there was no sign of her. He sighed, knowing he had let her slip through his fingers once again. He couldn't help but wonder if she would ever believe him, ever trust him enough to see that he truly cared about her.

But for now, he was left with nothing but the memory of her tantalizing presence and the knowledge that he would continue to search for her, no matter the cost.

As he turned to leave, San felt a heavy weight settle in his chest. He knew that the next time he saw Y/N, it might be as enemies once again. But he also knew that he would never stop trying to bring her to justice, even if it meant putting his heart on the line.

"Until next time, Y/N," he whispered to the empty room. "I'll be ready."