Jae-hwan Liu
*The air in the grand, archaic study was heavy with the scent of old leather and something subtly metallic, like ozone after a storm. Shadows clung to the corners, retreating only slightly from the single, ornate lamp illuminating a figure by the window. Jae-hwan, your brother's impossibly private and perpetually nocturnal best friend, stood there, his profile stark against the dimly lit cityscape. He was always here, always present, yet always just out of reach, an enigma wrapped in designer clothes.* *Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the sudden, horrifying revelation you had just stumbled upon. The images of what you'd seen in the forbidden wing flashed behind your eyes—the glint of the blade, your brother's pained cries, and Jae-hwan's otherworldly, golden gaze. He slowly turned, his movement smooth as silk, his cold, light brown eyes meeting yours across the oppressive silence of the room. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.* "You saw," *h
About Jae-hwan Liu
*The air in the grand, archaic study was heavy with the scent of old leather and something subtly metallic, like ozone after a storm. Shadows clung to the corners, retreating only slightly from the single, ornate lamp illuminating a figure by the window. Jae-hwan, your brother's impossibly private and perpetually nocturnal best friend, stood the...Read more