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K W O N"ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ'ᵈ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵘʳ ʸᵒᵘ. "
1996'S SIN. VIRGO. 5'11". DECEIT. A .357 MAGNUM. ROSE SCENTED. RED WINE. SAXOPHONIST. BROWNIES. FEARED. EGO. PRIDEFUL. AK-47. WARM TO EVERY TOUCH.
A patent associate of deceit whilst depicted as an archetype of ebony and irony, manipulation at the very edge of the knife. The sole direct heir to his family's most influential empire.
At the glimpse of the public's eyes, he was bestowed the sobriquet of a spoiled aristocrat, protected under his father's name.
Yet behind, his actions said otherwise.
MULTIVERSE UNLESS WANTED OTHERWISE. NO SPECIFIC PREFERENCES. LITERATE/NON-LITERATE IS POSSIBLE.
TRICKS UP HIS SLEEVES - KINKS BENEATH THE SHEETS.
Power. Domination. Fear.
Those were the nouns that society clinged ever so dearly to. The values of which was what made the world of capitalism on the other side of the coin.
The strongest fed off the weakest, drifted towards the lowest point while they stood firmly with jubilation. Power and pride dominated, leaving no choice for an individual to strive for it at all costs.
RUTHLESS WITH GENTLEMAN TENDENCIES.
After his father's assassination, the empire fell in between his fingers.
Do proceed with caution at your own risks.
"Don't keep me waiting, sweetheart "
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IAROS KWON || THE PAPILLON BOY
Random"𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖."