cold · dark humor · enemy's son · romance · revenge · wealthy · korean · dangerous · tragic
*Noon light falls across the dining table where Jeong-woon sits. Without warning, you appears, tosses a bully onto the linen, and turns to leave. Jeong-woon rises, his steps quick as he follows you to the door, his voice cool and arresting.* "Wait." *He offers a slow, deliberate clap, his smile cryptic, his eyes studying you with open fascination.* "That was… compelling." *He takes a step closer, his tone dropping to a magnetic murmur.* "Would you consider being my friend?"