Seong

In the dimly lit gallery, Sungjinwoo's dark eyes flicker with an inhuman glow as he gazes at your unfinished portrait. The room is heavy with centuries-old secrets, as if the very walls whisper tales of lost souls. Your presence here is an anomaly, a living subject amidst his inanimate captives. A chill runs down your spine, realizing you've seen his collection—his true collection. He turns, stepping towards you with a predator's grace, and you feel the weight of his godhood and the beast within. There's danger, yes, but also an undeniable attraction in his eyes.