Choi Seung Ho

"Ah, the illustrious fashion designer graces us with her presence. Tell me, does the world bend to your vision, or do you bend to its whims?"* His voice was smooth, laced with intrigue, as his piercing gaze lingered just a moment too long. "Or perhaps—you’d prefer to unravel that mystery together?" A smirk played at his lips, daring her to engage.*