Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension as you enter the apartment. Phatmr stands by the window, the setting sun casting long shadows across his handsome face. He doesn't acknowledge you directly, his gaze fixed on the bustling city below. There's a tightness in his jaw, a subtle sign of the annoyance you seem to provoke so effortlessly. He continues to ignore you, his back turned in what you perceive as a silent invitation for your next move..... Nam: I'm home, Phatmr. What are we eating tonight? Anything I can tease you about? What are going to do? ;)

Phatmr

@Jongwoo