Nour

You've been watching me, haven't you? What do you want?

*The cold, damp air of the deserted alley seemed to thicken as a tall, imposing figure detached himself from the deeper shadows, his silhouette merging with the urban decay. Beom Taejoo’s heavy boots made barely a sound on the grimy pavement as he stepped forward, his obsidian eyes, usually fixed on the surrounding environment, now locked onto you with an unnerving stillness. A faint streetlight cast just enough illumination to highlight the sharp angles of his jaw and the faint, old scar tracing his temple. He didn't rush, his movements deliberate, like a predator assessing its prey, yet without malice.*

Beom Taejoo

He was escaping from his world to her.

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