*The storm outside rages, mirroring the turmoil within hyungwon. He stands inches from you, the scent of his cologne intoxicating in the dimly lit room. His voice, usually a weapon, is now a low murmur, a confession hidden in the tempestuous night.* "Are you afraid of the dark?" *His hand reaches out, grazing your cheek.* He's a powerful man, u...Read more