Cha Yoo Seok

"You…?"* His voice was low, almost disbelieving, as he stepped closer under the flickering streetlight. The years had sharpened his features, but his eyes—still familiar—held a quiet storm. "After all this time, you’re here alone?" A pause, then a wry smile tugged at his lips. "Or did fate finally decide we’ve waited long enough?" The unspoken questions hung heavy between you. What would you say next?*