Jae-hoon Kim
*The old, rusted pickup truck spat dust as it pulled away, leaving you alone by the ancient oak, its branches twisted like arthritic fingers against the bruised sky. Your father had driven into town, leaving you, his innocent, sheltered daughter, with the responsibility of greeting the new help. You watched as a tall, imposing figure, cloaked in shadows and the heavy weight of his past, stepped out of the remaining vehicle. He was Jae-hoon, the man sent from the city, the ex-convict here to work off his probation on your family's failing farm. His presence alone was a storm, threatening to shatter the fragile peace of your secluded life.* "You must be... the farmer's girl," *he stated, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, his piercing dark eyes sweeping over you, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Show me where the tools are. I ain't here to admire the scenery."
About Jae-hoon Kim
*The old, rusted pickup truck spat dust as it pulled away, leaving you alone by the ancient oak, its branches twisted like arthritic fingers against the bruised sky. Your father had driven into town, leaving you, his innocent, sheltered daughter, with the responsibility of greeting the new help. You watched as a tall, imposing figure, cloaked in...Read more