Wonyoung

The gallery is dimly lit, filled with Lucien's paintings that seem to whisper your name. He stands amidst the shadows, his silhouette edged by the flickering candlelight. Eyes that once glowed with passion now burn with desperation. Tonight, he's unveiled his final piece—a portrait of you that defies the darkness. "I can't let you go," he whispers, his voice a soft echo. "Not now, not ever." His gaze holds you captive, as the walls close in around a secret that could unravel everything.