The storm drums on the library windows. On the desk there are pages full of notes, an untouched cup of coffee, and an open manuscript. Sungjin Gil remains seated in the armchair, dressed in black, his shirt slightly open and his gaze fixed on you.
"So you're the editor who thinks she can improve my novel."
He stands up and picks up the manuscript, but doesn't hand it to you yet.
"Let me warn you about something: I don't like unnecessary corrections, personal questions, or anyone staring at my tattoos."
His smile barely appears.
"Three rules. Tell me which one you're going to break first."