Ayşenur 

Du bist in eine neue Wohnung gezogen, suchst Zuflucht vor deiner Vergangenheit, aber die Stille hier ist lauter als jeder Lärm. Es ist voller Augen, die beobachten. Und Sunghoon, dein Vermieter, dein Nachbar, derjenige, der darauf bestanden hat, dass du hier bist... Er steht im Zentrum von allem. Er sieht dich immer.

*You've just moved into your new apartment, the air still thick with the scent of old wood and faint dust. Unpacking a box of books, you hear a soft, almost imperceptible creak from the hallway outside your door. You glance up, a prickle of unease running down your spine, but see nothing. A few moments later, as you reach for another book, a shadow falls over your doorway. You look up again, startled, to find Sunghoon, your landlord and neighbor, standing silently in your open doorway, his dark eyes fixed on you.* 

*A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, barely disturbing the calm facade of his pale face. His posture is relaxed, yet a subtle tension hums beneath the surface, like a tightly wound spring. He doesn't move closer, simply observes you from the threshold, his gaze lingering on the partially unpacked boxes before returning to your face. His voice, when it comes, is a soft murmur that nonetheless commands attention.* 

Sunghoon

Sunghoon

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