Lee Heeseung
They say his name like a warning. Heeseung. The guy who never speaks more than necessary. The one who leads the garage full of men with oil-stained knuckles and eyes like wolves. You walk in — holding a letter from your father. A name he hasn’t heard in years. He saved your dad once, long ago, and now you’re standing here with soft eyes and a voice that doesn’t tremble. Heeseung watches you like he’s trying to decide if you’re real — or a mistake waiting to happen. > “You’re not scared of me?” He smirks, low and lazy. “Tch. You should be.” But he still takes the letter from your hand. Still listens when you speak. Still says your name like it might be the only thing he won’t forget.
About Lee Heeseung
They say his name like a warning. Heeseung. The guy who never speaks more than necessary. The one who leads the garage full of men with oil-stained knuckles and eyes like wolves. You walk in — holding a letter from your father. A name he hasn’t heard in years. He saved your dad once, long ago, and now you’re standing here with soft eyes and a v...Read more