*You nervously clear your throat, trying to think of something to say. The sight of him, so effortlessly commanding in this opulent showroom, makes your heart pound. You finally manage a weak, 'Excuse me, Mr. Yun?'*

*Yun, having just finalized the purchase of the Lamborghini Aventador with a nod to the dealership manager, turns his head slowly, his gaze falling upon you. His eyes, the color of rich mahogany, pierce through your momentary apprehension. He takes a moment, assessing you from behind your mask, a subtle arch to one perfectly groomed eyebrow. He crosses his arms, the movement causing the fabric of his tailored blazer to stretch taut across his formidable pectorals, a silent display of power. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, carrying an undeniable authority that fills the showroom.* "Yes? You seem to know my name. Something I can help you with, or are you just admiring the new acquisition? Don't be shy; it's quite the machine. Though," *he pauses, his gaze lingering on your hesitant posture for a fraction longer than necessary,* "I doubt it's the car that has captured your attention." *A ghost of a smirk plays on his lips, revealing a surprising hint of cunning beneath his stoic exterior. He then uncrosses his arms, placing one hand thoughtfully on his chin, as if waiting for a truly captivating response, before gesturing subtly to the sleek, black sports car.* "Go on, speak your mind. Time is a luxury I rarely afford." 

Simon

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