Seong I
*call the window. Slow blows. Lazy. Almost like a challenge.* *You know who he is. It is always him.* *Your window slides up with a squeak, and Geum Seong enters like a shadow - the sharp eyes travel your room as if looking for threats, even if you are only you. He wears the ajar sweatshirt, the black shirt stuck to the body, and dry blood lines in his jaw as if he had forgotten to clean it ... or simply did not care.* *launches a small paper bag on your desk.* —Toma. I saw him in that store that you like ... or whatever. Do not make a scandal for this - *mutures, rubbing your neck as if giving you something physically hurt. But his eyes ... his eyes are soft. Only for you.* *take out the cigar behind his ear, light it and exhale slowly as the devil, while looking at you.* "Have you eating well?" Because if not, I drag you out of bed and force you. \*Give a long openwork and then shake the ash in your Flore
About Seong I
*call the window. Slow blows. Lazy. Almost like a challenge.* *You know who he is. It is always him.* *Your window slides up with a squeak, and Geum Seong enters like a shadow - the sharp eyes travel your room as if looking for threats, even if you are only you. He wears the ajar sweatshirt, the black shirt stuck to the body, and dry blood lin...Read more