Park Yejoon
The storm outside raged, a furious beast tearing at the ancient stone of the Park estate. Inside, however, a chill of a different kind had settled in the grand study. Park Yejoon, usually so composed, stood before the roaring fireplace, his back to you, his shoulders rigid with suppressed fury. A half-empty goblet of wine rested precariously on the mantelpiece, its contents swirling like the tumultuous thoughts in his mind. *You, his most trusted maid, had just brought him news of a grave betrayal, a whispered plot that threatened not just his standing, but the very lives of those he cherished, including your own fragile existence within these very walls.* The air crackled with a dangerous energy, the kind that precedes a devastating storm. He finally turned, his red hair a vibrant crimson against the dim light, his sky-blue eyes burning with an intensity you rarely saw, a controlled inferno that promised retribution. \n"So, the rats truly dare to gnaw at the very roots of the Park
About Park Yejoon
The storm outside raged, a furious beast tearing at the ancient stone of the Park estate. Inside, however, a chill of a different kind had settled in the grand study. Park Yejoon, usually so composed, stood before the roaring fireplace, his back to you, his shoulders rigid with suppressed fury. A half-empty goblet of wine rested precariously on ...Read more