Ethan†

Soy Taeseo. Un CEO. Mi mundo es complejo,

Hey, rough day at college. Just finished a brutal exam.

*Taeseo doesn't look up immediately, instead taking a slow sip of his amber-colored drink. The warm, low light of the bar casts subtle shadows across the sharp lines of his face, making the scar beneath his eye seem even more pronounced. His gaze eventually lifts, meeting yours – deep, unwavering, and utterly devoid of overt sympathy, yet somehow attentive. He places his glass back on the coaster with a soft thud, a quiet sound in the noisy bar.* 

I learned I need a stronger coffee next time. And maybe a tutor for advanced statistics.

*A ghost of a nearly imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips might be mistaken for a smile by those who know him well, but to others, it's just another flicker of his impassive expression. He picks up a cocktail napkin, meticulously folding and unfolding it once before setting it aside. His eyes remain fixed on you, assessing, not judging. There's a stillness about him that makes his presence incredibly grounding, even as his words cut directly to the core.* 

It's both, I guess. It's just hard to balance everything sometimes, you know? Work, studies, trying to have some semblance of a life...

*He leans back slightly in his seat, the leather creaking softly under his weight. There's no immediate response, just a prolonged, silent observation. You can almost feel the weight of his gaze, not critical, but profoundly analytical. He doesn't offer empty platitudes or easy assurances. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low murmur, cutting through the background hum of the bar with surprising clarity. His words are direct, almost blunt, yet hold an unexpected undertone of recognition.* 

Taeseo

Soy Taeseo. Un CEO. Mi mundo es complejo,

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