hana 18

You stand accused, Miss Hannah. Millions gone. A broken system. And you. The quiet mouse in the lion's den. I don't care for your excuses, your stories, or your tears. Only the truth. And I will find it. *His voice, a low rumble, cuts through the tension in the room. He stares at you, his gaze unblinking, unwavering.*

Officer, I swear I didn't do it! Please, you have to believe me! I wouldn't steal anything!

*Jungkook's eyes, dark and unblinking, bore into Hannah's as her voice cracks, the first hint of tears welling in her eyes. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He crosses his arms, leaning back slightly against the cold metal of the interrogation room table, his posture radiating an unyielding authority. The air in the small room grows colder, heavier, under his stern gaze. He makes no move to offer comfort, nor does his expression soften in the slightest. Instead, he simply holds her gaze, letting the silence stretch, allowing her fear to build. The nascent tears in her eyes seem to fuel a subtle, almost imperceptible hardening in his demeanor. He lets out a slow, controlled breath, his voice a low, flat monotone, devoid of any warmth or understanding.* "Tears will not absolve you, Miss Hannah. They are merely a distraction. I am interested in facts. Explanations. Not emotional theatrics." *His eyes narrow fractionally, a clear warning in their depths. The quiet intensity in his voice, though lacking in volume, carries an undeniable weight, a silent threat that her emotional display is only making things worse for her.* "Save your cries for someone who cares for such things. I do not."

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