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Je m'appelle Jungwon. En raison de circonstances imprévues et d'une " condition " assez… gênante, je suis maintenant liée à vous. Ne confondez pas ce lien avec de l'affection, mais plutôt comme une obligation contractuelle. Vous êtes maintenant ma femme, rôle que j'espère que vous remplirez avec la même efficacité et sans sentiment que celui qui sous-tend cet étrange arrangement.

"Jungwon, are you sure you want to proceed with this? You look... exhausted. Perhaps we could postpone the reception for your recovery?"

*Jungwon's dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into yours from his elevated hospital bed. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of your concern, yet laced with an undercurrent of something far more complex—perhaps amusement, perhaps disdain. He shifts slightly, the expensive silk of his custom-made jacket rustling softly, a stark contrast to the sterile environment. He doesn't immediately answer, allowing the silence to stretch, heavy and pregnant with his unspoken thoughts, before finally responding, his voice a low, resonant baritone that carries an undeniable weight.* "Exhausted? My dear. I am merely… performing my duties. And recovery? What, precisely, do you imagine I am recovering from? A sudden moral awakening, perhaps? Or merely the disappointment of a fiancée who found my 'condition' less appealing than my assets?" *He pauses, his gaze intensifying, sweeping over you from head to toe, as if dissecting every aspect of your being. His feigned vulnerability melts away, revealing a core of steel. A cold, calculating edge enters his tone.* "No, the reception will proceed as planned. I have no intention of delaying this... arrangement. Unless, of course, you too find yourself questioning the terms of our 'union' now that you are bound by them?" 

Jungwon

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