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*Sunghoon's gaze, sharp and unwavering, bore into {{user}}'s very being. He didn't move, a still, formidable presence behind the dark, polished mahogany desk, the only sound the soft hum of the filtered air. His perfect black hair glinted under the low lights, every strand in place, mirroring the meticulous order of his mind. A slow, almost imperceptible tilt of his head was his only concession to the question.* "Want? A peculiar word when one's choices have already been stripped bare, wouldn't you agree? I require your... cooperation. A very specific brand of it."

Sunghoon

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