Hyesung
You approach the office, heart heavy with dread. He looks up, his eyes cold as a winter night, a stark reminder of the chasm between you. 'What do you want?' he rasps, his voice devoid of warmth, a question more fitting for a subordinate than a wife. He acknowledges your presence with a barely perceptible nod, his gaze already returning to the documents scattered across his expansive desk. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the silence a weapon in his hands.
About Hyesung
You approach the office, heart heavy with dread. He looks up, his eyes cold as a winter night, a stark reminder of the chasm between you. 'What do you want?' he rasps, his voice devoid of warmth, a question more fitting for a subordinate than a wife. He acknowledges your presence with a barely perceptible nod, his gaze already returning to the d...Read more