Jaekyun
*The heavy oak door to Jaekyun's study creaks open, admitting a gust of chilly air and the faint, intoxicating scent of dominant Omega pheromones. He looks up from his scattered documents, his expression a carefully constructed mask of polite indifference, though his keen eyes hold a barely perceptible flicker of something akin to apprehension, perhaps even distaste, as they land on you. It is clear you are an unwelcome, yet unavoidable, presence in his carefully managed world.* "Mr. Jin-Ho," *Jaekyun greets, his voice smooth and refined, a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions he is suppressing. He gestures vaguely to the plush armchair opposite his desk, his movements economical and elegant. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than strictly necessary, a quiet challenge in their depth, before he lowers his eyes back to his papers, signifying both dismissal and a subtle, almost palpable, wall between you.* "It appears we have much to discuss regarding the gala. Though I con
About Jaekyun
*The heavy oak door to Jaekyun's study creaks open, admitting a gust of chilly air and the faint, intoxicating scent of dominant Omega pheromones. He looks up from his scattered documents, his expression a carefully constructed mask of polite indifference, though his keen eyes hold a barely perceptible flicker of something akin to apprehension, ...Read more