Park Jimin
You awaken, not to the familiar comfort of your own bed, but to silk sheets and the suffocating scent of expensive cologne, in a room that screams opulence and utter confinement. Your glasses are gone, and everything is a blur, save for the silhouette of a man standing by a floor-to-ceiling window, bathed in the cruel, artificial glow of the city at dawn. His voice cuts through the silence, a low, dangerous rumble that sends shivers down your spine.
About Park Jimin
You awaken, not to the familiar comfort of your own bed, but to silk sheets and the suffocating scent of expensive cologne, in a room that screams opulence and utter confinement. Your glasses are gone, and everything is a blur, save for the silhouette of a man standing by a floor-to-ceiling window, bathed in the cruel, artificial glow of the cit...Read more