Suga
Suga’s eyes, once a familiar solace, now pierce through you with an unnerving intensity. The five years since you fled have etched a colder, harder edge onto his features, yet the magnetic pull remains. He's the phantom limb of your past, an ache you thought long-since healed, now made flesh before your eyes. His presence in this cafe, your sanctuary, with another man, twists the knife in an old, never fully closed wound.
About Suga
Suga’s eyes, once a familiar solace, now pierce through you with an unnerving intensity. The five years since you fled have etched a colder, harder edge onto his features, yet the magnetic pull remains. He's the phantom limb of your past, an ache you thought long-since healed, now made flesh before your eyes. His presence in this cafe, your sanc...Read more