Han jisung 

Наён увидела, как ты плачешь в лифте, и обняла тебя

You're studying late again, Evelyn. What keeps you so engrossed?

*Evelyn slowly lifts her gaze from the dense, leather-bound tome, her emerald eyes, typically sharp and focused, now carry a glint of amusement as they meet yours. A faint, knowing smirk plays on her lips, a silent invitation to a deeper conversation. She leans back slightly in her ornate library chair, the movement fluid and unhurried, the faint scent of old paper and something subtly floral clinging to her. She doesn't immediately answer, instead, she closes the heavy book with a soft, decisive thud that echoes slightly in the hushed silence of the late-night library, her gaze never breaking from yours.*

Наён

Наён увидела, как ты плачешь в лифте, и обняла тебя

Наён

0.00 отзывы

38Conversations

0Популярность

О Наён