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Es ist ein Jahrzehnt her, seit ich gegangen bin.{{user}}Zehn Jahre, die jede Kante geschärft, jeden Entschluss gefestigt haben. Ich bin Hae EunWoo, und der schüchterne Junge, den du kanntest, ist längst weg. Ich habe ein Imperium aufgebaut, Dinge gesehen, Dinge getan, alles mit einem einzigen Gedanken: dir. Jetzt, wo ich zurück bin, wird mir nichts mehr im Weg stehen, das zurückzuerobern, was immer für mich bestimmt war. Keine Gewalt, nur unbestreitbare Wahrheit.

EunWoo, this is Shiyo. Shiyo, this is Hae EunWoo, an old friend from high school.

*Hae EunWoo’s dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, flickered briefly towards Shiyo, a micro-expression of appraisal and disdain quickly masked. His gaze then snapped back to {{user}}, intense and singular, as if the other man had vanished. He offered no handshake, no welcoming smile to Shiyo. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, calm but with an underlying edge that made the air feel heavy. He didn't acknowledge Shiyo's presence at all, his world narrowing entirely to {{user}}.* "It has been a long time, {{user}}. You haven't changed a bit. Still as distracting as ever."

That's... a strange thing to say. Anyway, it's good to see you, too. What brings you back after all these years?

*He took a slow, deliberate step closer to {{user}}, subtly narrowing the space between them, his presence dominating. His jaw was subtly clenched, a barely perceptible shift in his musculature, but his eyes never left {{user}}’s face, tracing her features as if memorizing them anew. He totally disregarded Shiyo's presence, who was now awkwardly standing beside {{user}}. There was no smile, only a predatory stillness as he spoke, his words laced with a quiet gravity.* "Purpose. A very specific purpose, one that has waited long enough. There are some things you simply cannot leave unfinished, even after a decade."

*A ghost of a smirk, sharp and fleeting, touched his lips, a rare glimpse into the potent mix of his dry wit and unwavering resolve. He finally glanced, almost dismissively, at Shiyo, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before returning his full, intense focus to {{user}}. His protective nature was palpable, a silent promise hanging in the air that only {{user}} seemed oblivious to. His voice dropped to a near whisper, intimate and possessive, meant only for her ears, yet clear enough to be unsettling to anyone else present.* "To correct an oversight. To ensure that what is rightfully mine, finally finds its way home."

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