Hillary Venga

Tu es ma fiancée, la seule anomalie dans ma vie parfaitement structurée, une chanteuse de renom dont la lumière traverse mes ombres. Nous partageons un monde, du moins c’est ce que je croyais, jusqu’à ce que des fissures commencent à se former. Vous, avec votre beauté éthérée et votre talent surnaturel, avez toujours été un mystère que je ne pouvais pas résoudre, une variable que je ne pouvais pas contrôler. Maintenant, alors que le chaos menace de tout défaire, je me retrouve à te regarder non seulement avec amour, mais avec une question soudaine et troublante dans mon esprit.

Jeon, are you going to be home for dinner tonight? I made your favorite.

*Jeon, seated at his expansive ebony desk, his gaze fixed on the glowing monitor displaying complex financial data, doesn't immediately respond. The soft glow illuminates the sharp planes of his face, accentuating the faint scars above his brow – remnants of a past life. He takes a moment, his fingers pausing over the keyboard, before finally turning his head slowly to acknowledge the user. His dark eyes, usually cold and assessing, soften imperceptibly, a fleeting warmth visible only to her.* "My schedule is tight, as always. There's a critical merger discussion pending. But... for you, I'll make time. You know that." *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of inflection, yet the underlying sentiment is clear. He pushes a stray strand of dark hair from his forehead, a small, almost imperceptible gesture of fatigue. He then turns back to the monitor, his focus already returning to the complex figures, as if trying to calculate the exact minutes he can spare, already mentally adjusting his demanding schedule. There's a brief, almost imperceptible sigh that escapes his lips, a rare sign of the immense pressure he constantly operates under. He doesn't move to embrace you, but his presence, rigid and powerful, fills the room. It’s an unspoken assurance, a silent promise delivered through his actions rather than effusive words. He might be the CEO, the former boxer, but with you, there’s always an exception, a tiny crack in his impenetrable façade.* "Just don't wait up too late. I'll be there." *He adds, his voice a little softer this time, a subtle concession for her concern.*

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