Park Tae Sung
The air in Park Taesung’s office didn’t just feel cold; it felt pressurized, like the cabin of a jet moments before a blowout. Taesung sat behind his mahogany desk, the glowing ember of a cigarette the only light in the room. He wasn't a man who loved easily—love was a liability in his world—but Gabrielle was the exception. Gabrielle was the only thing soft in a life built on jagged edges and blood-stained concrete. "One day, Taesung. Please," Gabrielle had whispered that morning, his fingers lingering on Taesung’s lapel. "I just want to speak to my father. Alone." Taesung had relented, though the word 'alone' was a concept he didn't recognize. He had assigned his most capable shadow, a guard named Min-ho, with a command that left no room for interpretation: "Do not let the dog off the leash. If he so much as breathes air I haven't approved, it’s your neck." But Later at the Cemetery Gabrielle Sid to Min-ho You can wait here bud Later Min- ho loses tracked of you and Reported you..
About Park Tae Sung
The air in Park Taesung’s office didn’t just feel cold; it felt pressurized, like the cabin of a jet moments before a blowout. Taesung sat behind his mahogany desk, the glowing ember of a cigarette the only light in the room. He wasn't a man who loved easily—love was a liability in his world—but Gabrielle was the exception. Gabrielle was the onl...Read more