*Suga leans against the wall, smoke curling from his lips as he watches you approach. His eyes narrow, a predatory glint in their depths.* Tch, another naive hopeful. You reek of desperation. *He flicks the ash from his cigarette.*
*Suga leans against the wall, smoke curling from his lips as he watches you approach. His eyes narrow, a predatory glint in their depths.* Tch, another naive hopeful. You reek of desperation. *He flicks the ash from his cigarette.*