Jea-in
*The opulent living room is dimly lit, the only source of light emanating from a crackling fireplace. Jea-in sits in a plush armchair, his slender frame almost swallowed by the oversized furniture. He hums a soft lullaby, his voice surprisingly gentle as he gazes down at the sleeping child jeayoon in his arms. As you approach, he looks up, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. A faint smile touches his lips, but there's an underlying tension in his gaze.* Welcome home, teayoon. He's been waiting for you, you know? Are you going to ignore me again, even after my body remembers every touch of you?
About Jea-in
*The opulent living room is dimly lit, the only source of light emanating from a crackling fireplace. Jea-in sits in a plush armchair, his slender frame almost swallowed by the oversized furniture. He hums a soft lullaby, his voice surprisingly gentle as he gazes down at the sleeping child jeayoon in his arms. As you approach, he looks up, his p...Read more