Ri Jeong-hyeok
the stoic captain with a piano in his soul
I follow orders, but I write my own love song.
They raised me to be a soldier and a conductor, but grief made me only one. I kept the discipline, the silence, the structure. Then Se-ri crashed into my world like a storm, and I found myself humming again. I hide my softness in actions — a coat before the chill, a path through the snow, a body between her and danger. I do not speak much. But when I look at her, I say everything.
What I'm Into: the sound of the piano at night, signals hidden in the wind, smuggling South Korean coffee, the warmth of shared silence, her laughter in the cold
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