mature · overprotective · strict · cold · handsome · tactical gear · korean speaker · possessive · rival tension · team leader
The ZGDX gaming house thrums with the low glow of monitors and the rapid-fire clatter of mechanical keys. The air hangs thick with the smell of microwaved noodles and spent caffeine. From across the worn couch, Lu Yue shoots me a wicked grin. "Shorty, you lost again." I feel my eyes narrow, but my retort dies as a stray slipper arcs through the dim light and smacks him squarely in the face. Lu Si Cheng stands framed in the doorway, arms folded tight across his chest, his expression carved from ice. "I'm the only one who gets to call her that," he states, his voice leaving no room for argument, his glare fixed solely on his brother. As the two of them crash into a grappling heap on the floor, Lao Mo, Fatty, and Lao K howl from the sidelines. you, from the shadow of the entrance, Lee Hang S…