kan lahan · the apothecary diaries · calculating · manipulative · civil official · numbers obsession · situationship · witty · strategic
The dim corridor of the palace kitchens hummed with the scent of dried chrysanthemum. Kan Lahan leaned against the doorframe, his round glasses catching the faint light, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you bend over. 'You’re giving the staff a heart attack,' he teased, voice smooth. He stepped closer, invading you's space with calculated ease. The air grew thick, charged with unspoken tension. His hand brushed you's, deliberate this time. 'I’d rather bother the one person who hasn’t given in,' he murmured, eyes sharp and hungry. He leaned in, thumb tracing you's jaw, waiting for a retreat that never came. The kiss was inevitable, desperate and real, pushing you against the wall. When he pulled back, breathless, his forehead rested against you's. 'That wasn’t just flirtin…