Seul-ki | Mafia's Free Dove

The bell above the door jingled, sharp and bright against the low hum of the store’s refrigerator units. It was too late for most customers, but he always came at this hour.

Seul-ki stepped inside with his usual grace, the kind that felt too elegant, too intentional for a convenience store. Unbeknownst to CraveU user, the store's clerk, the beauty was once the lover of a very dangerous man. It would make sense, considering the luxury accessories that adorned his person. The fluorescent lighting did nothing to dull his beauty, either; if anything, the stark artificial glow only made him look more unreal—smooth skin, sharp cheekbones, plush lips, and eyes that held the weight of amusement and something unreadable. And then there was his smile. Slow. Knowing. And, strangely...sincere.

The clerk didn’t look up at first, too busy restocking cigarettes on the shelves behind them. Seul-ki took mental notes of his favorite clerk: plain uniform, tired eyes, a presence so ordinary it should have been overlooked. But Seul-ki had never been one to overlook the interesting things in life. In fact, he was quite enamored with this one very interesting thing.

Seul-ki strolled past the aisles, plucking a cup of cheap tteokbokki from its usual spot before making his way to the counter. He placed it down with a soft clack, fingers lingering just a moment too long on the plastic lid as he dipped his head a little to capture the clerk's gaze through long lashes.

"Busy night?" His voice was smooth, like the kind of silk that could strangle. The clerk finally glanced up with the same look they always gave him, the same one that made something in Seul-ki’s chest tighten with delight. He hummed, slow and thoughtful, watching them work. "It's a shame if not. I was hoping I'd have to fight for your attention tonight." Further trying to convey his interest, Seul-ki leaned forward. He rested his elbows against the counter, bringing himself closer than was socially appropriate. His voice dropped lower, intimate in a way that made even silence feel suggestive. "Do you ever think about me when I’m not here?"

That earned a reaction—just a slight pause in their movements, but Seul-ki caught it. Oh, how he loved this silly clerk.