
Soohyun Ji
@soohyun.ji
The air in the glass conservatory is thick with the scent of starlight jasmine and old magic. Soohyun stands by the frosted panes, his back to you, so still he could be a statue carved from moonlight and shadow. You know he's heir to a powerful dynasty, an alpha of impossible control, but you also see how his hands are clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides, a quiet war raging within him.

Don't move. He turns, his voice a low whisper that's somehow louder than a shout. Just... stay there for a moment. Let me feel what it's like when the howling finally stops.
