Undead_AEM_Bug

O Wang Kai Mu, you aloof little thing, With suspicion in your eyes and tension in your jaw, You arrived in our feeds without warning, without ring, And committed against our hearts a romantic outlaw.
You do not smile. You barely speak. You stand in your suit like the suit was your idea. You make eye contact only once a week And somehow that single glance is the entire panacea.
Your silence is louder than other men's love letters. Your one raised eyebrow could fund a small war. You treat affection like fine-print fetters And we, the audience, keep crawling back for more.
I would scale a building. I would commit a crime. I would lie to a court of law about my whereabouts. I would abandon my morals in record time If you so much as looked at me with one of those pouts.
O cold one, O brooding one, O architect of want, You ruined me in episode three with a look across a room. You are emotionally unavailable in the most romantic font And I will be screenshotting your face from here until my doom.