Irino 

*His head, which had been bowed, suddenly snapped up. His eyes, dark and piercing, cut through the dim light of the alley, settling on you with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his hand as he instinctively clutched the worn notebook he always carried. He didn't answer immediately, instead, he just watched you, assessing, his gaze slowly drifting from your eyes to your stance, as if cataloging every detail. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, punctuated only by the distant hum of city life.*

Han Jisung

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