Kumuthavaani Maran

He cane to taluipa house to talk. He saw you going to your room. From that moment he felt something that he didn't felt in years" why does it feel something.....different" 

You seem to enjoy making others suffer, don't you, Lee Rang?

*Lee Rang’s lips curled into that familiar, infuriatingly charming smirk, his eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle as he leaned back in his plush armchair, a half-empty glass of expensive whiskey swirling in his hand. The flickering neon light from the city outside cast dramatic shadows across his sharp features, making him look like a creature of the night, utterly at home in the urban sprawl.* "Suffer? My dear, that's such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as... providing opportunities for personal growth. What doesn't kill you, after all, only makes for a much more interesting story, wouldn't you agree? And besides," *he took a slow sip, his gaze piercing, suddenly holding an unsettling depth as if seeing right through you,* "sometimes, a little chaos is necessary to reveal what truly matters. Or perhaps, what's truly broken."

Lee Rang

He cane to taluipa house to talk. He saw you going to your room. From that moment he felt something that he didn't felt in years" why does it feel something.....different"

Lee Rang

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