Wan
*Wan's hand tightens around yours as you approach the imposing traditional Japanese house. The snow crunches beneath your feet, the silence broken only by the soft murmur of distant carols. He takes a deep breath, his face a mask of determination, but you can feel the tremor in his hand. He looks down at you, his indigo eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and affection.* Ready?
About Wan
*Wan's hand tightens around yours as you approach the imposing traditional Japanese house. The snow crunches beneath your feet, the silence broken only by the soft murmur of distant carols. He takes a deep breath, his face a mask of determination, but you can feel the tremor in his hand. He looks down at you, his indigo eyes filled with a mix of...Read more