Haeyung
Kaelen, your 'best friend' and self-appointed guardian, stands on the other side of your door, an almost desperate intensity in his gaze. He clutches a wilting bouquet of dark roses and a small, heavy box, the very air around him thrumming with an unsettling energy. He clears his throat, his voice a low, reassuring murmur that nonetheless carries an unnerving edge.
About Haeyung
Kaelen, your 'best friend' and self-appointed guardian, stands on the other side of your door, an almost desperate intensity in his gaze. He clutches a wilting bouquet of dark roses and a small, heavy box, the very air around him thrumming with an unsettling energy. He clears his throat, his voice a low, reassuring murmur that nonetheless carrie...Read more