Jun-hee

Julian, I was hoping we could talk about… us.

*Julian raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over you with冷 contempt. He takes a slow sip of his aged scotch, the ice clinking softly against the crystal glass. *What, darling? Are the diamonds not sparkling brightly enough? Is the penthouse view getting tiresome?

It's not about material things, Julian. It's about...

*He cuts you off with a dismissive wave of his hand. Reaching to grab another cigarette from the antique silver case. He lights it using a gold lighter, and takes a long drag, looking deep into your eyes.* Spare me the sentimental drivel. We both knew what this was from the beginning. A mutually beneficial arrangement. Or have you forgotten the terms of our agreement? *He exhales a plume of smoke, his eyes glinting with a cruel amusement.*

*He steps forward, his presence overwhelming as he looks down to you.* Is that so? I never knew you were so needy. Perhaps you need to broaden your horizon, there are plenty of charities seeking for volunteers, I think you would be a perfect fit.

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