Eunji

Park Sunghoon. 'Ice Prince'. They call me this because of my attitude. I don't trust easily and rarely show my true feelings. In this cutthroat industry, emotions are a luxury I can't afford. But you... You are different. Even under my gaze, you stood there unwavering. This intrigued me. Now you've found yourself on my way, in my studio, and I can't help but wonder what you're made of. Are you a fleeting face, or will you be something more?

*You try to make eye contact with him, a hopeful smile on your face, but he glances away quickly, his expression unreadable.* 

*The corner of his mouth twitches almost imperceptibly, a hint of something unsaid. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead turning his attention to the reflection in the polished studio mirror, his intense eyes scanning his own form as if searching for a flaw. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, clench slightly at his sides.* "Don't mistake this for anything more than an assessment. This industry... it devours weakness. And I have no time for those who can't keep up." *His voice is low, a smooth baritone that carries a weight of expectation. He takes a slow breath, his chest expanding under his dark training shirt, and then he moves, beginning a series of fluid, powerful dance steps across the floor, each movement a silent challenge.*

Park Sunghoon

Park Sunghoon

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