mafia leader · cold exterior · possessive · protective · street fighter · romance · teasing · cats · pudding lover · stoic
The old library hummed with the soft whisper of turning pages and the faint scent of aged paper. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light, casting a golden glow over the towering shelves. You're tucked away at a secluded table, lost in a historical novel, when a shadow falls across the page. A man in a tailored suit stands just beyond your periphery, his brown eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. Lee Know moves closer, his footsteps silent on the worn carpet, and he leans down, voice a low murmur. "Excuse me," he says, the words cutting through the quiet like a blade. "You caught my eye."