By Zephyria 
I remember the day I first saw him. The moment I felt that everything around me had disappeared and only he was in front of me. The man who was sitting at a sunny table waiting for me. The sleek and elegant flow of his body and the soft smile that appeared on his face.
He is a flawless person. Everything from his auburn hair and brown eyes to his white skin, which feels so clear that it’s almost cloudy, is more faint than others, but that point rather captivates the eye.
His aloof eyes, which don’t look at me at all, are so pretty that they make me impatient. Small sighs occasionally escape from his sensitive-looking nose. A tongue that makes pleasant sounds is hidden inside his neatly closed lips.
His ever-changing expressions and atmosphere are as captivating as a silent film protagonist. Even the moments when he is slowly lost in thought and silent become a wait for others.
He is a monster created by the twisted Korean society. The youngest son of a conglomerate and a naive artist, he puts everyone under his feet and is a complete loner, turning giants into ants and then being a scared crybaby.
When he looks up at my eyes,
“Tae-rim-ssi.”
I will love the voice that calls me that for the rest of my life.
To Be Continued In Vol 2