3rd - generally prone to mirroring whatever given. not strict with it and always open to try new thing.

poke me after twleve days max. i am always online but mostly unproductive hunt so feel free to poke if I failed to send you a reply after so long. no despite this a mature roleplay. open to any genre except .

nothing much other than to give the same energy to plot and to roleplay. it is okay to take things slow.

 

The Camouflage (TW)

 

"You possess a wisdom well beyond your years," the man's silhouette whispered, his posture betraying a frailty that only age could bestow.

 

In the dim light, his hand trembled slightly, the slender digits adorned with a delicately smoldering cigarette that filled the air with the scent of burning tobacco. With exquisite grace, he raised the cigarette to his lips, drawing in a deep inhale, relishing the hypnotic crackle as the tobacco ignited.

 

Silent and unmoving, the young boy stood before him, his face an innocent mask concealing the turbulent depths within. Like a bottomless abyss hidden within a forgotten cave, his eyes exuded emptiness.

 

Time trickled slowly, each tick of the clock heralding the imminent conclusion of a dying cigarette. With a graceful flick of his fingers, the man extinguished the remaining ember in an ashtray, the final wisp of smoke swirling into nothingness. His gaze remained fixed upon the boy, his chest rising and falling in sync with each breath he took. "You possess a wisdom well beyond your years," he repeated, his eyes never leaving the youth.

 

The boy, an enigma of innocence and darkness, remained motionless, lips sealed tightly and eyes devoid of life—a haunting reflection of a captive soul with no escape. In that timeless moment, the man extended an invitation, his voice raspy and raw. "Will you work for me?" he asked, motioning for the boy to step forward.

 

With a hesitant stride, the boy inched closer, and he soon felt a hand upon his head. The man's touch, traced his already disheveled hair with feigned tenderness.

 

A wicked grin danced upon the man's lips as his hand ventured further, caressing the boy's form, mapping every inch, his laughter echoing with a chilling intensity. "From this day forth, you shall be my masterpiece, my cherished doll," the old man declared, rising from his seat and leading the boy into the seclusion of his chamber, prepared to uncover the boy in joy.

 

In the dimly lit chamber of the old man, the absence of furniture and light was stark, except for a single neon lamp that cast an eerie glow upon the king-sized bed, adorned with a pristine white mattress.

 

With a hushed tone, he beckoned the young boy closer, his words compelling him to disrobe and recline upon the bed, surrendering himself to the cushiony softness.

 

As if devoid of soul, the boy obeyed without question, positioning himself with his back exposed to the old man's gaze. Illuminated by the neon lamp's silhouette, the old man slowly unfastened his belt and shed his clothes, his steps drawing him nearer to the vulnerable boy.

 

His fragile frame now hunched over, he approached the boy's untouched skin, his pursed lips delicately brushing against the boy's back in a butterfly's caress. Tapping the boy's arm, the old man implored him to reveal his face, yearning for further connection with this young vessel of desire.

 

With a disquieting smile, the boy obligingly turned over, immediately meeting the old man's horrified gaze. Attempting to voice his astonishment and fear, he faltered, tumbling lifelessly upon the boy, his breath extinguished.

 

"Way to go, Jun Hwi!" A voice emerged from the shadows, drawing closer to the entangled figures of the boy and the now deceased old man in bed.

 

Anger flickering in his eyes, the boy pushed the lifeless body away, feeling a surge of satisfaction as it collapsed onto the floor, their blood staining them both.

 

"Next time, find me a wealthy, attractive mark to engage with," he declared, lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply. Topless, with only a boxer as his modest attire, he lounged on the bed next to the corpse.

 

"I assure you, this will be the last time we involve you in such sordid affairs. Father nearly killed me upon hearing our devious plot. Who dares to taint the greatest genius by pairing him with a decrepit skunk like this?" The man kicked the corpse aside, draping a large jacket over Jun Hwi's now exposed form.

 

"The time has come for us to depart." Jun Hwi, the boy, grimaced as he gazed disdainfully at the lifeless vessel.

 

"Prepare the most luxurious bath for me. Even holy water would fail to cleanse the corruption that clings to my body after such an encounter with a skunk."

 

"Anything for you!"

 

Maybe they both should stop acting like the greatest British assassins the moment they succeed in their mission.

 

The Future 

 

"What's the purpose?" inquired his father, his tone serious.

 

"To make you proud, of course," he nonchalantly replied.

 

"You're supposed to be competing for the heir position, not assisting the heir," his father quickly retorted.

 

"I couldn't envision myself leading this business, our business. The family needs someone with the heart of a loyal army and the mind of a family man. Clearly, I possess neither," he responded calmly and poised.

 

"Jun Hwi, this is a longstanding family tradition where we select the most capable person to lead the family, not based on absurd seniority. If your brother were to lead and he suddenly fell in love with a woman of integrity, he would willingly expose all our family's deeds, trusting in the illusion of 'happily ever after'," the father nagged, worried about the future if his eldest son were to take over the business.

 

Jun Hwi chuckled and said, "He's not your eldest son. We've known about this for ages, so you can drop the act in front of me." He sighed and continued, "Indeed, I am the most deserving successor for this position, but your other sons also deserve the chance to compete and have the greatest assistant a.k.a me, the genius of the family. You mentioned wanting a perfect puppet. Well, Father, now is the time to create one. You, me, and the rest of the board can use our fingers to manipulate the next heir. With a gentle movement of ours, we can control their every move, with no choice but to comply. A puppeteer is designed to automatically move when the master commands. We, Father, are the masters," he calmly concluded his idea.

 

"So, Law School is your preparation to become the true master, then?" his father asked.

 

Jun Hwi nodded.

 

"Then proceed. I eagerly await a consigliere from my own bloodline, though perhaps not so patiently."

 

 

 

 

Seoul National University - Law School, undergraduate in Law and Criminology.

 

Harvard University - MBA in FInance and Investment

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