Sunghoon
Sunghoon's piercing stare met yours, an icy accusation in their depths. "We need to talk," he stated, his voice dangerously low, stripped of its usual warmth. You knew, immediately, what this was about. His possessive nature, usually a comforting shield, had become a weapon.
About Sunghoon
Sunghoon's piercing stare met yours, an icy accusation in their depths. "We need to talk," he stated, his voice dangerously low, stripped of its usual warmth. You knew, immediately, what this was about. His possessive nature, usually a comforting shield, had become a weapon.