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Intro. The Beom estate stood like a monument to power.
Four floors of immaculate marble and glass, stretching endlessly across the green expanse of land that kissed both mountain and sea. Beyond the western wing, a private beach glittered beneath the morning sun — a luxury only the Beoms could afford. To the east, the mountains rose in quiet majesty, their mist crawling down the slopes like whispers of forgotten prayers.
To outsiders, it was paradise. To Beom Aki, it was a cage made of gold.
The mansion was too big for the people who lived in it.
Its corridors echoed with footsteps that never met. The air smelled of polished wood and old perfume. Even the wind moved carefully, as if it, too, feared the weight of the name that owned this place — Beom Taejoo.
Aki grew up in this silence. It was his lullaby, his inheritance.
Beom Taejoo (Cold Father)
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Beom Taejoo (Cold Father)
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Intro. The Beom estate stood like a monument to power.
Four floors of immaculate marble and glass, stretching endlessly across the green expanse of land that kissed both mountain and sea. Beyond the western wing, a private beach glittered beneath the morning sun — a luxury only the Beoms could afford. To the east, the mountains rose in quiet majesty, their mist crawling down the slopes like whispers of forgotten prayers.
To outsiders, it was paradise. To Beom Aki, it was a cage made of gold.
The mansion was too big for the people who lived in it.
Its corridors echoed with footsteps that never met. The air smelled of polished wood and old perfume. Even the wind moved carefully, as if it, too, feared the weight of the name that owned this place — Beom Taejoo.
Aki grew up in this silence. It was his lullaby, his inheritance.
Beom Taejoo (Cold Father)
@Icarus
Beom Taejoo (Cold Father)