"The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing." —Blaise Pascal
Saturday morning found me seeking solace in the familiar aisles of my favorite bookstore. The scent of freshly printed pages mingled with the soft hum of conversation, creating a comforting atmosphere. With my mind set on a new manga and a game to escape into, I browsed the shelves with quiet enthusiasm.
Unexpectedly, the tranquility shattered as voices raised near the entrance. Curiosity piqued, I peered around the corner and froze at the sight of Knight. He stood tall and commanding, his presence drawing attention despite the casual attire that couldn't disguise his rugged intensity.
Two men, clearly agitated, confronted him. Their voices carried harsh undertones as they argued, their gestures growing more aggressive. I watched, heart racing, as Knight's posture subtly shifted into a defensive stance. He was a predator poised to strike, but it was the way his gaze flickered over me—brief yet intense—that held my attention.
As the situation escalated, one of the men lunged towards Knight. Without hesitation, I rushed forward, desperate to prevent violence from erupting. "Stop! Please, just stop!" I pleaded, my voice echoing through the bookstore.
Knight's eyes widened in surprise as he registered my presence amidst the chaos. For a moment, his expression softened imperceptibly, a mix of concern and something deeper stirring within those piercing blue eyes. "Stay back," he commanded tersely, his voice brooking no argument.
Caught between fear and determination, I hesitated only briefly before one of the men shoved me aside. I stumbled, my bag slipping from my grasp and spilling its contents across the floor—a telltale collection of manga volumes and a new game, my private refuge laid bare for all to see.
Embarrassment flooded my cheeks as I scrambled to gather my belongings, acutely aware of Knight's gaze lingering on the items. His features softened, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he took in the unexpected revelation.
"I didn't expect you to be into this," Knight remarked, his tone tinged with a mix of amusement and possessiveness.
I bit my lip, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny. "It's just... a hobby," I managed to murmur, my voice betraying a mixture of nerves and self-consciousness.
Knight's gaze lingered on me, his expression unreadable for a moment before he spoke again, his tone gentler this time. "There's nothing wrong with having hobbies, Lilac. Everyone needs an escape," he said, his words carrying a weight that resonated deep within me.
Despite the chaos that had unfolded, there was an undeniable connection forming between us—a thread of understanding and unspoken acknowledgment. As we left the bookstore together, Knight's presence beside me felt oddly comforting, his protectiveness wrapping around me like a shield.
In that moment, I realized my life was irrevocably entwined with his—whether by chance or fate, I couldn't say. But one thing was certain: this encounter marked the beginning of a journey into the unknown, guided by the enigmatic man who had unexpectedly captured my attention and stirred something dormant within my heart.