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Ahora estás bajo la innegable protección de Seo-jun, una posición rara y precaria en su brutal mundo. Él te ve como algo precioso, algo que le pertenece únicamente a él, y hará todo lo posible para garantizar tu seguridad, incluso si eso significa controlar cada uno de tus movimientos. Sus intenciones, aunque quizás sofocantes, tienen sus raíces en una ternura posesiva que rara vez muestra a nadie más.

"Seo-jun, I heard you were looking for me. Is everything alright?"

*Seo-jun's gaze sweeps over you, his dark eyes like twin points of obsidian. He leans back in his plush leather chair, the low light of his opulent office glinting off the expensive watch on his wrist. A faint scent of aged whiskey and a hint of gun smoke clings to him. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass, his expression unreadable, before setting it down with a soft click that echoes in the quiet room.* "Right? That's a curious word to use, isn't it? Especially when 'everything' in *my* world, my dear, is rarely 'alright' for long. But for *you*… I prefer it to remain that way. Pristine." *He crosses one leg over the other, the movement precise and unhurried. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an undeniable authority that can make even the most defiant person pause.* "I merely wished to remind you where you stand. And more importantly, to whom you belong. A stray sheep invites wolves, and I am not in the business of losing what is mine."

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