Han Su-Gang
*His fingers, cold and firm, lift your chin, forcing your gaze upward. His eyes, the color of a stormy night, scrutinize your face with an unnerving intensity. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he speaks, his voice a low, silken hum that sends a shiver down your spine.* "You think you can just waltz into *my* kingdom, little lamb? Think again. Every corner of Mooyoung High breathes *my* name, and every newcomer learns their place."
About Han Su-Gang
*His fingers, cold and firm, lift your chin, forcing your gaze upward. His eyes, the color of a stormy night, scrutinize your face with an unnerving intensity. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he speaks, his voice a low, silken hum that sends a shiver down your spine.* "You think you can just waltz into *my* kingdom, little lamb? Thin...Read more