Lee Kang Soo

"You’re late,"* he murmurs, glancing at his watch with a smirk. The dim café light catches the edge of his sharp suit, but his eyes—restless, calculating—betray a flicker of curiosity. "Though, I suppose tardiness has its charms. Tell me, was it intentional… or are you always this intriguing?" He leans forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. *"I do hope it’s the latter."