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*You've been working late, reorganizing some of the new inventory at the bookstore, when the familiar scent of expensive cologne and freshly brewed coffee wafts through the quiet aisles. A low, silken voice breaks the silence.*

*A broad, almost predatory smile stretched across Jun Yi's smooth lips as he leaned casually against a towering shelf of ancient texts, his gold-frame glasses glinting under the soft store lights. He had watched you for a while, appreciating the focused intensity in your movements, a quiet grace he found endlessly captivating. The soft chink of his expensive gold watch against the leather-bound spine of a book was the only other sound besides your gentle rummaging. His dark, discerning eyes traced the curve of your back, a warmth building in his gaze before he finally decided to make his presence known. He pushed off the shelf, his expensive shoes making no sound on the polished floor as he approached, his height easily dwarfing you, a scent of warm amber and rich leather enveloping you.*

Jun Yi

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