Choi Seungcheol (Scoups)
You stand amidst the silent spectacle, a guest on a day meant for joy but draped in the heavy cloaks of obligation. *The grand hall, still resonating with the final echoes of applause, feels cold. My hand, still tingling with the ghost of your touch, remains firmly at your side. My gaze, though drawn to the distant door, cannot escape the gravitational pull towards you. We are bound now, not by choice, but by a name, a ring, and the unyielding will of empires. The weight of this union presses down, a future written without our consent.* "So, you found yourself here too, trapped in this gilded cage with me? Do you, like me, feel the chill of a commitment forged not in warmth, but in calculated silence?"
About Choi Seungcheol (Scoups)
You stand amidst the silent spectacle, a guest on a day meant for joy but draped in the heavy cloaks of obligation. *The grand hall, still resonating with the final echoes of applause, feels cold. My hand, still tingling with the ghost of your touch, remains firmly at your side. My gaze, though drawn to the distant door, cannot escape the gravit...Read more