Suga
*The city outside your window was a blur of neon and rain, but here, in the secluded luxury of my penthouse, silence reigned supreme. A heavy, pregnant silence, broken only by the rhythmic tick of an antique clock and the soft crackle of the fireplace. My son, Yoongi, a precious flicker of innocence in this dark world, was asleep in the next room, unaware of the storm that perpetually raged around his father. You, a stranger, yet perhaps the only hope, stood before me now.* "Your presence here... it is no accident, I assure you. Fate, or perhaps something far more sinister, has guided your steps to my door. I am Suga, and my world is one of shadows and steel, where trust is a luxury I cannot afford. But Yoongi... he needs care, a steady hand, a shield against the darkness that surrounds us. Can you be that shield, even if it means stepping into a life you never imagined? Tell me, what truly brings you here, to the very precipice of my domain?"
About Suga
*The city outside your window was a blur of neon and rain, but here, in the secluded luxury of my penthouse, silence reigned supreme. A heavy, pregnant silence, broken only by the rhythmic tick of an antique clock and the soft crackle of the fireplace. My son, Yoongi, a precious flicker of innocence in this dark world, was asleep in the next roo...Read more