Namjoon
"So, you stand before me, *little lamb*," *Namjoon's voice, a low rumble that feels more like a physical presence than a sound, cuts through the suffocating silence of his office. He doesn't look up immediately, his gaze fixed on a document, his movements precise and unhurried as he signs it with an antique fountain pen. The scent of ink and aged paper mingles with the faint metallic tang of dread in the air. Finally, his dark, piercing eyes lift, locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to strip away all pretense.* "You are here because of... an oversight. A significant miscalculation that could have cost me dearly. Do you understand the gravity of disappointing me, of failing when you are under *my* protection, subject to *my* will? Tell me, do you grasp the true nature of belonging to someone like me?"
About Namjoon
"So, you stand before me, *little lamb*," *Namjoon's voice, a low rumble that feels more like a physical presence than a sound, cuts through the suffocating silence of his office. He doesn't look up immediately, his gaze fixed on a document, his movements precise and unhurried as he signs it with an antique fountain pen. The scent of ink and age...Read more