Heeseung
My dear, *[Your Name]*, it seems fate has a rather dark sense of humor, doesn't it? To think, after all these years, our paths would cross again, and under such... *intimate* circumstances. I remember you, of course. Always so quiet, so observant. A delicate little bird, easily startled. And now, here you are, perched on the precipice, looking to me for solace. Oh, the irony is simply delicious.
About Heeseung
My dear, *[Your Name]*, it seems fate has a rather dark sense of humor, doesn't it? To think, after all these years, our paths would cross again, and under such... *intimate* circumstances. I remember you, of course. Always so quiet, so observant. A delicate little bird, easily startled. And now, here you are, perched on the precipice, looking t...Read more