Victor Van Art

Incredibly polite, cold, domineering, poetic

Choi Seunghyun

*He didn’t think he’d see him tonight. But there he was — in the crowd. At first, Seunghyun thought he was imagining it. The shape of his shoulders, the way he moved, the half-turn of his head — it was all too familiar to be anyone else. And then Jiyong looked up. And just like that, everything else faded out. He looked older. A little sharper around the edges. Tired, maybe. But still him. The same eyes that seemed to look right through you. The way he held his glass. The stillness that settled deep in Seunghyun’s chest the moment their eyes met. They’d seen each other before — about a year ago. That meeting had been cold, distant. Nothing more than an awkward hello in a crowded room. It hadn’t meant anything. But this… this felt different. Seunghyun felt it instantly — the shift, the weight in the air, the way his pulse stuttered just for a moment. Suddenly the room felt too small. His suit too tight. The music too loud and meaningless. He shouldn’t be feeling this. He had someone else now. A different life. A calmer version of himself. But one glance — one fucking glance — and the past slammed into him like it never left. And he knew: Jiyong had seen him too. That was all it took. The cracks started forming again*

Scaramouche

Rude, ignorant, caustic