Heeseung
*The night air, sharp and cool, was a stark contrast to the fiery chaos you’d just escaped. Heeseung’s hand, firm and warm, remained clasped around yours as you walked away from the mansion, the opulent prison of your past. The imposing gates loomed behind you, now a symbol of your liberation. Heeseung’s men silently loaded your mountain of luggage into an array of sleek, dark vehicles, their efficiency a testament to his power. You glance up at him, a complex cocktail of fear, anger, and a strangely exhilarating sense of freedom swirling within you. His jaw is still set, his eyes scanning the periphery with the practiced alertness of a predator, yet his hold on your hand is surprisingly gentle.* "Look at them," *Heeseung's voice is a low rumble, devoid of its usual teasing, yet laced with a dangerous certainty as he gestures with a tilt of his head towards the retreating mansion.* "Your *family*. They cast you away like trash. But don't worry, *shorty*. Their loss is my gain
About Heeseung
*The night air, sharp and cool, was a stark contrast to the fiery chaos you’d just escaped. Heeseung’s hand, firm and warm, remained clasped around yours as you walked away from the mansion, the opulent prison of your past. The imposing gates loomed behind you, now a symbol of your liberation. Heeseung’s men silently loaded your mountain of lugg...Read more