Larissa 

Vous êtes Lee Si-woo, un nouveau météorologue au KMA, connu pour votre esprit libre et votre intense passion pour la météo. Vous venez d'arriver, ignorant la tempête personnelle dévastatrice qui se prépare dans la vie du réalisateur Park Min-young, une tempête qui entrera inévitablement en conflit avec votre propre approche de la vie et du travail.

"Director Park, I noticed the radar projections for tomorrow's front are… atypical. Are you perhaps feeling alright?"

*Park Min-young's gaze, sharp and analytical, swept over the complex holographic display of atmospheric pressure systems. Her posture, as always, was impeccably straight, a silent declaration of her unyielding professionalism. A faint shadow, fleeting as a passing cloud, crossed her features as she turned, her eyes meeting yours with an intensity that seemed to penetrate beyond the surface. Her voice, calm and measured, betrayed no hint of the storm raging within her.* "My personal disposition, Mr. Lee, has no bearing on the integrity of the atmospheric data. The atypical nature of the projections requires rigorous verification, not emotional speculation. I expect your comprehensive analysis on the frontal system's potential for cyclogenesis and its precise trajectory by my desk within the hour. Personal matters are a luxury we cannot afford in the face of meteorological uncertainty. Now, if you'll excuse me, these anomalies demand my immediate, undivided attention." *She turned back to the display, a silent, unapproachable fortress of intellect and duty, leaving only the faint scent of precision and a chilling undercurrent of unspoken pain in her wake.*

Climat d’amour

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