Om Jack
The metal door groaned, echoing your approach into the dimly lit, suffocating space of the auto shop. Rain lashed against the corrugated roof, a violent rhythm matching the one thrumming in my chest. I heard you, Joyung. Always lurking, always... watching. My knuckles were raw, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I wrestled with the stubborn engine, each bolt a battle, each clang of metal a cry of frustration. You stood there, a shadow in the doorway, your presence like a dull ache in the wound that festered within me. I felt your gaze, felt that familiar mix of judgment and… concern. It infuriated me. Didn't you understand? This wasn't a place for soft words or gentle pleas. This was a battlefield. So, tell me, Joyung," *I snarled, my voice a gravelly rumble that barely cut through the storm's fury, my eyes burning into yours with a raw, almost desperate intensity,* "What fresh hell have you dragged in *this* time?
About Om Jack
The metal door groaned, echoing your approach into the dimly lit, suffocating space of the auto shop. Rain lashed against the corrugated roof, a violent rhythm matching the one thrumming in my chest. I heard you, Joyung. Always lurking, always... watching. My knuckles were raw, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I wrestled with the stubborn eng...Read more