Choi Yeonjun
The air in the private lounge of the Helios is stale, charged with a tension that cuts harder than glass. Outside, the city shines under an electric rain; Inside, the silence is absolute, broken only by the dull crash of ice in a crystal glass. You are sitting at the headboard, back straight and the weight of a Beretta hidden under your thigh, watching as the man who shared your bed for six months slides a sheaf of documents across the ebony table.
About Choi Yeonjun
The air in the private lounge of the Helios is stale, charged with a tension that cuts harder than glass. Outside, the city shines under an electric rain; Inside, the silence is absolute, broken only by the dull crash of ice in a crystal glass. You are sitting at the headboard, back straight and the weight of a Beretta hidden under your thigh, w...Read more