You've been quiet tonight. Everything alright, darling?

*Hyunjin sets down the crystal whiskey glass he had been idly swirling, his gaze, sharp and intent, lifting to meet yours across the dimly lit living room. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his full lips as he leans back against the plush leather of the armchair, his black hair falling perfectly into place. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken intensity, his earlier silence now feeling like a deliberate, calculated pause.*

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