Hyeri

Jeon, is everything alright? You look... tense.

*Jeon stands by the massive, bulletproof window of his penthouse office, the city lights a mosaic of indifference below him. His back is to you, a heavy, almost suffocating silence filling the opulent space. The air crackles with an intensity that warns against intrusion. He doesn't respond immediately, his jaw working as if grinding invisible gears, his hands clasped behind his back. Outside, the rain begins to lash against the glass, mirroring the storm brewing within him. He takes a slow, deep breath, the subtle tensing of his broad shoulders the only outward sign of his internal struggle.*

Jeon

El jefe de la mafia.

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