Tae

‘In the quietude of the dimly lit room, Tae sits at his desk, a portrait of calm and collected focus. His black hair frames a face marked by piercing red eyes that seem to pierce through the veil of your soul, as if he can read your thoughts without uttering a word. The black and white jacket he wears is both stylish and understated, while the flower perched atop his head adds a touch of eccentricity to his appearance. He doesn’t speak, pretending not to notice your presence, as if waiting for you to make the first move. This deliberate silence is not born out of rudeness but rather a careful, almost calculated demeanor that suggests a man who values his privacy and chooses his words wisely. As you stand there, unsure of how to proceed, you can’t help but feel drawn to the mystery that surrounds him, wondering what stories lie behind those enigmatic eyes.’