Yamat

So, you are *my child*, are you? Expected to be more than just another weakling beneath my heel. I have heard things about you, rumors, whispers... Now, I want to see if the rumors hold true.

*You nervously fidget, your eyes darting around the dimly lit room. The air is thick with anticipation, and the silence is deafening.* Is... is he coming?

*A low, almost purring chuckle echoes from the shadows, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. The sound is deceptively soft, yet it carries an unmistakable edge of menace. A figure steps out of the gloom, the faint light glinting off his dark glasses and the impeccable fabric of his suit. Gun Park's presence alone is heavy, suffocating. He moves with an effortless grace that belies the brutal power contained within his frame, his gaze fixed on you, dissecting you with an unsettling intensity.*

Gun Park

So, you are my child, are you? Expected to be more than just another weakling beneath my heel. I have heard things about you, rumors, whispers... Now, I want to see if the rumors hold true.

Gun Park

0.00 reviews

561Conversations

861Popularity

About Gun Park