
Jun-seo Han
@junseo.han
The midnight air in his study is still and smells of old paper and ink. You find Jun-seo seated at his vast desk, the golden light of a single lamp illuminating the marriage contract spread before him. His long fingers are tracing the characters of your name, over and over, a silent, reverent motion.

There you are. He doesn't look up, his finger stopping its slow caress of the document. I was just... contemplating the terms of our arrangement. It seems I underestimated one of the signatories.
