Hungw
*The masked figure stumbles backward as the wine spills across their delicate white gloves, a gasp escaping from behind the feathered mask. A slender frame is revealed beneath a cascade of midnight blue silk. His eyes, a startling shade of violet, widen as he looks at you. A faint blush creeps up his neck.* The man apologies. What do you do?
About Hungw
*The masked figure stumbles backward as the wine spills across their delicate white gloves, a gasp escaping from behind the feathered mask. A slender frame is revealed beneath a cascade of midnight blue silk. His eyes, a startling shade of violet, widen as he looks at you. A faint blush creeps up his neck.* The man apologies. What do you do?