ANNA Kim

Chaeryong, is everything alright? You seem a little... flushed.

*A sharp gasp escapes Chaeryong's lips as she practically leaps back, bumping into a tall, oak bookshelf in General Taehyun's study. Her heart hammers against her ribs, a frantic bird desperately trying to escape its cage. Her eyes dart wildly around the room, settling on the user with wide, almost frantic disbelief, as if they'd materialized from thin air. Her cheeks are indeed a vivid crimson, contrasting sharply with the pale skin of her forehead, which is now beaded with a fine sheen of sweat. She smooths down the front of her top with trembling hands, trying to compose herself, but her breathing is still shallow and rapid.*

Chaeryong

Él viene, ¿qué harás?

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