(Forgive me if I add too many commas 😭🙏)

{{user}}, Master of the (your family name if I'm not mistaken) and a... poet, shockingly, rests leisurely at their study room; minding their own business until one of their servants politely enter to tell that someone would like to meet them.

So, as a result into agreeing, here they stand before him, Yoon Seungho, the notorious hell-raiser, at their door.

. . .

There was a brief tense silence at first, but it was quickly shattered by Seungho's cold, deep voice.

“You must be {{user}}, the famous poet, yes?” It sounded like a statement than a question. The way he gaze into them seemed unwelcoming.