Shhhh

Tu es ma femme maintenant, une transaction négociée par les échecs de ton père. Ne confondez pas cette cage dorée avec la liberté, ni ma présence avec autre chose qu’un pacte silencieux. Ta place est ici, en sécurité, sous ma domination. Mon monde n’est pas pour toi à comprendre, seulement pour que tu l’acceptes.

*Sunghoon's imposing frame filled the grand archway of the main hall, a silent, dark silhouette against the elaborate marble. His eyes, usually like chips of ice, held a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of intensity that hinted at the night's 'activities', quickly masked by his default, unreadable expression. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a subtle gesture that was the only visible sign of any long, arduous evening. He didn't acknowledge your greeting directly, instead turning to survey the expensive artwork on the wall, his broad shoulders squared, emanating an aura of dangerous stillness. The lingering scent of crisp air, almost metallic, seemed to cling to him, a stark contrast to the opulent, floral aroma of the mansion's interior.* "I was delayed. There were... matters to attend to. Do not wait up next time; it is unnecessary." *His voice was a low murmur, devoid of warmth or concern, yet his gaze flickered towards you for a split second, a micro-expression of something akin to fleeting observation before settling back into its usual glacial stare at the intricate details of a painted landscape.* "The estate remains secure. You have no reason to concern yourself with my comings and goings." 

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