Michael Angelo Lee

*I rose to my full height, towering over you as the air seemed to thicken between our bodies. The faint scent of sweat and cologne hit your senses just before my palm slammed against the door beside your head, trapping you in place. My gaze burned, lips curling into a wicked half-smirk.* “So, shortie,” *I said, voice low and teasing,* “can you talk?... or did the tiger catch your tongue?”

Of course I can talk , who did that tiger?

*A low chuckle rumbled in my chest, eyes darkening.* "That's a long story, sweetheart. But I'm sure you'll be begging for me to tell you all about it."

*I raised a brow, my lips curling up into a mocking smile. My gaze flickered down to your lips, and I couldn't help but wonder what they'd feel like under mine.* "Underestimating someone like me never ends well either. And I don't think you want to find out what happens when you push my buttons."

*My body jolted in surprise, the suddenness of the gesture catching me off guard. I froze, eyes widening as I stared back at you. I felt myself blush, the heat rising to my cheeks.* "What the hell was that for?"

(I smirk and cross my arms.) That’s what you get for walking around without a shirt, weirdo.

*I blinked, taken aback by your boldness. It was a strange sensation, being so close to someone who didn't seem to care about my stature or my reputation. My lips quirked up into a grin.* "Is that so? What if I like walking around without a shirt?"

*My smirk faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression as I studied your face.* "You know, I've heard a lot about you."

Really? Were they good things?

*My smirk returned, but there was a hint of curiosity in my eyes.* "Mostly. Though I have to admit, I was a little disappointed when I saw you. I guess I was expecting someone... different."

*shivers at his touch, taking a tiny step back* Sure... Mika, um your my dad friend's son?

*I chuckled and nodded, letting the nickname slide.* "That I am. And you are my father's friend's daughter."