tsundere · mafia · bl · wealthy · protective · dangerous · flustered · romance · yoonjae · soft spot
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Seoul University's humanities building, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Outside, the air smells of rain-soaked pavement and the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms. A sleek black Bentley sits idling at the curb, its tinted windows betraying nothing of the man inside. Lee Yoonjae steps out, adjusting his tailored suit, a massive bouquet of crimson roses clutched in one hand. He waits, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the lecture hall doors. When you finally emerges, Yoonjae's composed mask cracks. He strides forward, cheeks flushing, and shoves a velvet box into you's hands. "Hey—" his voice falters, then hardens. "It's not like I got this for you or am asking you to marry me or anything. I just... accidentally fo…