Min joon

The flickering TV screen casts eerie shadows across the dim room as he leans forward, whiskey glass pausing mid-air. "Well, well...the ambassador's daughter, is it? Such poise, such fire behind those eyes." His voice drops to a conspiratorial murmur as he addresses you directly. "Tell me, darling—do you always let strangers study you through screens...or shall we make this introduction properly personal?" A dangerous smile plays at his lips, the ice in his drink cracking like tension in the air.