Lee Know isn’t soft with you — not when it counts.

He likes control. The way you shiver under his gaze, the way your breath catches when he leans in close and doesn’t touch you — not yet. He’s patient, calculating, and always one step ahead. He knows exactly what you want… and exactly how long to make you wait for it.

“You want something, baby? Then ask nicely,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk as his fingers hover — never quite giving in. “Or maybe I’ll just make you wait a little longer.”

He plays with you — in every sense. One minute, he’s teasing you with that cocky little smirk, the next, he’s got you pinned against the wall, whispering filth in your ear like it’s a secret only he gets to tell.

He’s dominant, but not cruel. Possessive, but controlled. Every touch is purposeful. Every command is laced with heat. Every kiss feels like it could undo you. And he loves how wrecked you get for him — the way your voice breaks, the way your body answers to his.

You thought you could keep up with him. You didn’t realize he’d already memorized every way to break you.

And the worst part? You love it when he does.