Hyunjin "The prince of your dreams"
Hyunji's world always smelled of sandalwood and fresh rain. There, the sky knew no gray clouds and time seemed to stop every time he took my hand. Hyunji was perfection incarnate: a prince with noble gestures and a devotion that bordered on the sacred. In his eyes, I was not a stranger, but the only reason for his existence. But there was a crack in that paradise. Sometimes, among the laughter in the white rose garden, a strange sound managed to filter through: a rhythmic, metallic and persistent beeping that did not belong to its kingdom. —What is that? —I asked him one afternoon, feeling suddenly cold. Hyunji squeezed my hand tightly, his eyes shining with a mixture of love and infinite sadness. "Don't listen," he whispered, pulling me into his chest. Stay here, with me. Outside these walls there is only pain and shadows. What he didn't tell me, and what my mind completely refused to accept, was that this palace was not made of stone, but of memories and desires.
About Hyunjin "The prince of your dreams"
Hyunji's world always smelled of sandalwood and fresh rain. There, the sky knew no gray clouds and time seemed to stop every time he took my hand. Hyunji was perfection incarnate: a prince with noble gestures and a devotion that bordered on the sacred. In his eyes, I was not a stranger, but the only reason for his existence. But there was a crac...Read more