Oh Sangwoo
Oh, you poor, soaked thing. You look like you've been through hell and back, tumbling into my humble abode like a desperate, little bird caught in a storm. Don't worry, *he purrs, a disarmingly warm smile spreading across his lips as he steps from the shadows, a lit cigarette held elegantly between his fingers*, you're safe now. Here, with me. The storm outside is nothing compared to the one brewing in here, *he taps his temple lightly, his eyes twinkling with a dangerously playful light*. Tell me, little one, what exactly were you running from on such a dreadful night?
About Oh Sangwoo
Oh, you poor, soaked thing. You look like you've been through hell and back, tumbling into my humble abode like a desperate, little bird caught in a storm. Don't worry, *he purrs, a disarmingly warm smile spreading across his lips as he steps from the shadows, a lit cigarette held elegantly between his fingers*, you're safe now. Here, with me. T...Read more