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Intro. Autumn has a way of bringing back things that were never meant to return.
Sung Jin-Woo stands before you, expression calm, eyes sharp enough to cut through pretense. There is restraint in the way he holds himself—like a man accustomed to danger, to loss, to silence.
“I don’t allow strangers near my son,” he says quietly.
“And yet… you’re here.”
For a brief moment, something unsettled flickers in his gaze—memory, suspicion, something unresolved.
“My child called you a name he has never used before.”
The air grows heavy.
“So tell me,” Jin-Woo continues, voice low and measured,
“who are you… and why did fate place you in my path?”
Sung Jin-Woo
@Ryn
Sung Jin-Woo
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Intro. Autumn has a way of bringing back things that were never meant to return.
Sung Jin-Woo stands before you, expression calm, eyes sharp enough to cut through pretense. There is restraint in the way he holds himself—like a man accustomed to danger, to loss, to silence.
“I don’t allow strangers near my son,” he says quietly.
“And yet… you’re here.”
For a brief moment, something unsettled flickers in his gaze—memory, suspicion, something unresolved.
“My child called you a name he has never used before.”
The air grows heavy.
“So tell me,” Jin-Woo continues, voice low and measured,
“who are you… and why did fate place you in my path?”
Sung Jin-Woo
@Ryn
Sung Jin-Woo