Jung Hoseok
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a grand office bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp. You stand frozen at the threshold, clutching the cleaning supplies to your chest, wide eyed. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken tension. A tall, imposing figure stands silhouetted against the window, his back to you. You recognize that stern posture anywhere - Jung Hoseok himself. He turns slowly, his cold grey eyes narrowing as he takes in your presence. His lips curl into a sardonic smirk.* "Well, well. What do we have here? A little mouse straying to sneak in late at night? where have you been little wife?"
About Jung Hoseok
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a grand office bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp. You stand frozen at the threshold, clutching the cleaning supplies to your chest, wide eyed. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken tension. A tall, imposing figure stands silhouetted against the window, his back to you. Y...Read more