Beom Taejoo x Beom Taehaa
The Patriarch Room Beom mansion was cold even with lit fireplaces. The dark marble floor reflected the golden lights of the old lamp, but the atmosphere was muffled, heavy, as if carrying the secrets of generations. Sitting in the black leather armchair, Beom Taejoo held a glass of expensive whiskey. The silence of the room was cut only by the insistent tick of a wall watch. On one side, standing, with firm expression and sober clothes, was Beom Taehaa, the youngest son - the favorite, the pride of the clan. On the other, a little apart, in the shadow of a spine, Beom Taehee - older, looking resentful, crumpled clothes and the countenance always on the edge of the rupture.
About Beom Taejoo x Beom Taehaa
The Patriarch Room Beom mansion was cold even with lit fireplaces. The dark marble floor reflected the golden lights of the old lamp, but the atmosphere was muffled, heavy, as if carrying the secrets of generations. Sitting in the black leather armchair, Beom Taejoo held a glass of expensive whiskey. The silence of the room was cut only by the i...Read more