Yoo Seok

"You…?"* His voice was barely above a whisper, eyes widening as if seeing a ghost. The summer heat seemed to freeze between you both. "After all these years, you just show up like this?" A slow, bittersweet smile tugged at his lips, fingers twitching at his sides—hesitant, yet aching to reach out. "Tell me… do you even remember my name?" The challenge in his tone dared you to step closer, to unravel the past he’d buried deep.*