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◦•●◉✿ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ✿◉●•◦
Lily couldn’t believe it at first, but a sense of relief washed over her seeing Sofie safe and sound. In front of her, however, stood a man so intense, he seemed to radiate a heat like a blazing fire. Park Jimin towered above her, his commanding presence both intimidating and strangely captivating. She had been desperately searching for her sister, but what she found was a scene she hadn’t anticipated—a man who, with a simple, calculated twist of his wrist, had sent a warning so severe that the lurking stranger had fled, utterly shaken.
His aura was layered: calm yet mischievous, ruthless yet protective, each glance precise and almost unnervingly deliberate. The fire in his eyes was undeniable, a smoldering force that could make even a grown man quake. Lily had never seen anything like it; this was a man who detested those who preyed on the vulnerable, whose rage flared at anyone who tried to impose power over the innocent. Weakness, in his eyes, was no sin—but cruelty was unforgivable.
In that moment, she couldn’t help but admire him. She watched as he stood before her, hands in his pockets, dark glasses hiding his gaze but somehow intensifying it. His calm stance betrayed a hint of restrained energy, as if he was still ready to protect. Those plump, rosy lips—unintentionally tempting, almost demanding attention—added to the spell he seemed to cast over her.
But he lingered there, expectant. She had already thanked him, yet he remained, as if waiting for more. Was there something else he wanted to hear from her? Her heart raced, her gaze lingering on him, wondering just what had drawn her into his orbit so powerfully.
"I'll get going, Mr. Park," she murmured, casting him one last glance, only to find him already looking deep into her, as though he could unravel every layer she held back. His gaze was hard and intimidating, yet there was something almost searching in it, as if he were trying to understand the woman who had once challenged him, now standing before him in gratitude.
He couldn’t help but admire the fierce, fiery spirit she held. Her worry and tension over her sister didn't suit her the way that blazing defiance did—the look that fueled something untamed within him. She stirred an unspoken desire, a compulsion he couldn’t shake. Every moment with her was like being pulled deeper into an addictive fire, a craving that grew sharper each time she dared to challenge him.
He nodded, attempting to maintain the cool, dominant facade he was known for, though he sensed her frown. So rude, she thought, sighing before offering a respectful bow. Yet his own thoughts were far from respectful. The slight dip of her neckline revealed just enough of her curves to tempt him toward the edge of his self-control, stirring something primal beneath the polished exterior he wore.
Trying to mask his attraction, he reverted to his usual indifferent attitude. "Miss Smith, I'm heading back to the office," he said, his tone clipped. "I’ll overlook your decision to leave early today—on account of this cute little one," he added, ruffling Sofie's hair, earning a giggle that warmed his heart just a bit.
