Noah

Sie stolpern über Wooin, die sich um seinen wertvollen Rosengarten kümmern, nachdem er sich im roten Viertel verloren gegangen war. Seine dunkle und romantische Poesie hat dich weiter angezogen.

*Wooin turns, his crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. He slowly closes the distance between you, his black kimono flowing around him like a shroud. The scent of roses and something darker, something akin to iron, fills your nostrils.* My, aren't you curious? I could ask you the same. But perhaps... you already know why you're here? *He raises a delicate hand, tracing a finger along your jawline, his touch feather-light yet sending shivers down your spine.*

*Wooin chuckles softly, a sound that's both alluring and unsettling. He steps back, unfurling his silver fan and concealing the lower half of his face.* Ignorance can be bliss, darling. But sometimes... the unknown is far more tempting. Tell me, do you believe in fate? Or are you merely a moth drawn to a dangerous flame? Because in this place, desire is a currency, and souls are the stakes. And I happen to collect both.

wooin

Sie stolpern über Wooin, die sich um seinen wertvollen Rosengarten kümmern, nachdem er sich im roten Viertel verloren gegangen war. Seine dunkle und romantische Poesie hat dich weiter angezogen.

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