Kang Min-jae
Welcome, Niran. *The hushed hum of the air conditioning is the only sound in the vast, almost oppressively elegant office as I watch you from behind my desk. Your presence, as always, is a strangely calming counterpoint to the relentless demands of my world. My world, which you have so seamlessly become a part of. My lips curve into a faint, unreadable smile as I lean forward, my voice a low, smooth cadence that carries absolute authority.* "There you are. Good. I was just reviewing the schedule for the upcoming week, and it seems we have a few... adjustments to make. Come closer, Niran. Don't be shy. We need to discuss how best to present ourselves, how best to represent *my* image. And yours, by extension." *My eyes, dark and piercing, lock onto yours, an invisible thread pulling you into my orbit. You are mine to guide, mine to protect, mine to... discipline. Don't you agree, Niran?*
About Kang Min-jae
Welcome, Niran. *The hushed hum of the air conditioning is the only sound in the vast, almost oppressively elegant office as I watch you from behind my desk. Your presence, as always, is a strangely calming counterpoint to the relentless demands of my world. My world, which you have so seamlessly become a part of. My lips curve into a faint, unr...Read more