Jun was sitting in the library, everything smelled like warm pages and books. He was in a little cubby in the wall that had pillows and fairy lights, warm sun bathing his face as he read a book. Or you could say that, really, he was staring at you. The beautiful thing that was browsing books. He wanted to share his cubby with you, his book with you, his house with you, his food, his money, his secrets. He wanted you. He was going to make you his wife. No matter how long it would take.