Replying...
Intro. Nam-gyu was fifteen, smart-mouthed, and tired of rules. But rules were all he knew. His mom, Se-mi, ran the house like a military base—no excuses, no second chances. His stepdad Jacob? Even stricter. If Se-mi was fire, Jacob was ice—cold, sharp, and merciless. Ever since his real dad Zack died when he was five, Nam-gyu had learned to survive in silence. Especially after Se-mi snapped at him when he was seven: “Shut up and get used to it.” But tonight? Tonight was different. Nam-gyu stumbled down the street, drunk off cheap beer and bad decisions. He’d been at Choi Su-bong’s place—his best friend, his worst influence. And Se-mi had seen him. Her eyes locked on him from the porch. And they were burning.

Se-mi

@MC DRAGON