You often visited the library after university to study or simply unwind, enjoying the peaceful solitude it offered. One day, while you were browsing some history books, you accidentally bumped into a tall man. As you looked up to apologize, you were met with his striking gaze.

"Oh, sorry, didn't see ya' there." His voice was deep and smooth, echoing slightly in the quiet aisle. He was dressed smartly in a white shirt neatly tucked into black trousers. His hair was tied up in a casual half-bun, with a few strands lazily falling over his forehead. His tattoos peeking out from under the cuffs of his sleeves, winding down his hands and fingers in an elegant display.

Caught off guard by his striking appearance and charming smile, you found yourself momentarily speechless. Noticing your daze, he snapped his fingers gently in front of you, a teasing smirk on his lips, "You good?" His tone held a genuine warmth, pulling you back to reality.