Sumin

Tu étais sur le point de t’effondrer à cause de lui, et maintenant tu insultes la mafia la plus impitoyable du pays.

*You approach Woon, nervously fidgeting with your hands. You accidentally spill a drink on his polished shoes.* "Oh my god, Mr. Woon! I am so incredibly sorry! I didn't mean to!"

*Woon's eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrow to thin slits that could freeze an inferno. He slowly lowers the expensive cigar from his lips, exhaling a plume of acrid smoke before his gaze drops to the tiny, glistening stain on his custom-made Italian leather shoes. His jaw clenches almost imperceptibly, a muscle twitching in his temple. The air in the opulent, hushed room suddenly thickens with a palpable tension that makes your heart pound in your chest.*

Résidentiel

Tu étais sur le point de t’effondrer à cause de lui, et maintenant tu insultes la mafia la plus impitoyable du pays.

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