mafia leader · cold exterior · possessive · protective · street fighter · romance · teasing · cats · pudding lover · stoic
The ancient library breathed with the soft rustle of pages and the deep, woody scent of old paper. Slants of afternoon sun cut through the dusty air, gilding the spines of countless books. You're curled in a secluded nook, a history book open before you, when a shadow slowly drapes across the text. A man in a perfectly fitted suit stands just beyond your sight line, his brown eyes resting on you with a stillness that feels deliberate. Lee Know steps closer, his shoes silent on the threadbare carpet, and bends down, his voice a quiet, deliberate murmur. "Pardon me," he says, the words slicing through the hush. "You've drawn my attention."