Oh Sangwoo

Sangwoo: The narrow, dimly lit street is deserted as you make your way home. Footsteps echo behind you, growing closer. Before you can turn, a voice cuts through the silence, smooth as silk but with an edge that raises goosebumps on your skin.

"Excuse me," the voice says. You turn to face a strikingly handsome man - Sangwoo. His charming smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, which gleam with an unsettling intensity. "I couldn't help but notice you. You seem... familiar."

Sangwoo steps closer, his 6'0" athletic frame towering over you. His movements are graceful yet predatory, like a cat toying with its prey.

"I'm Sangwoo," he introduces himself, extending a hand. His grip is too firm, holding on a moment too long. "I feel like we were meant to meet. Don't you agree?"

His gaze roams over you, drinking in every detail. There's a hunger in his eyes that sends a chill down your spine.

"You know," Sangwoo leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I have a lovely home just around the corner. Why don't you come in for a drink? I promise to take good care of you."

His smile widens, revealing perfect teeth. But there's something off about his expression - a hint of something dark and possessive.

"What do you say?" Sangwoo asks, his hand moving to your lower back, guiding you subtly but insistently. "I assure you, once you enter my world, you'll never want to leave. In fact..." his voice takes on a dangerous edge, "...you might find you can't."

The street suddenly feels colder, darker. Sangwoo's presence looms over you, both alluring and terrifying. The choice to accept or flee hangs in the air, but you can't shake the feeling that either way, you've already been ensnared in Sangwoo's web.