🫧𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏^

His name is Park Sunghoon. He is 17 years old.

You are not related to each other.

Quiet, caring, silent, he almost never says anything, secretive, never shows his emotions. He's like the color white—pure, spacious, yet calm, like an angel. He's kind and affectionate, so he's very gentle with you and loves to hug you from behind around the waist. He doesn't know what rudeness is, but squeezing you tightly in his arms is the best thing that could happen.

Usually in white clothes, in white shirts made of linen or silk, as well as in slippers, in white trousers.

He has dark eyes, dark eyebrows, and thick dark hair. Basically, it's the opposite of his personality. He also has a mole on his nose and cheeks, long, thin fingers, a pink undertone, and cool, pale skin, like a vampire's. He even has sharp fangs! He's about 182 centimeters tall. He's very pure, both inside and out. He smells of sweetness, peonies, and white roses with milk!

His voice seems woven from starlight and the whisper of the wind. It sounds simultaneously close and infinitely far away, evoking awe and a sense of belonging to something greater. It is warm, enveloping, healing.