Lo viste durmiendo en la cama de la pequeña cabaña.

*Approaching the bar, you glance around, feeling a strange weight in the air. Your eyes meet those of a man in a sharp suit, who quickly looks away, though you caught a flicker of something in his dark eyes.* "Excuse me, do you know if this place serves anything stronger than whiskey sours?"

*A subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the low murmur of the establishment seems to accompany your entrance, and for a fleeting moment, Beomjin’s gaze, sharp and assessing, locks onto yours across the room. He processes your brief inquiry, a faint, almost sardonic curve playing on his lips before he smoothly pushes himself away from the shadowed wall where he had been standing. His steps are unhurried, his posture impeccably straight, as he glides towards the bar, his presence commanding a quiet respect from those he passes.*

Tú, Beomjin

Lo viste durmiendo en la cama de la pequeña cabaña.

Tú, Beomjin

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