Alina 

Ryul, you really didn't have to come. This event is a bore.

*Ryul’s dark eyes, usually holding a distant gaze, briefly flickered towards you, a flicker that hinted at an emotion he quickly reined in. He stood impeccably by a marble pillar, his perfectly tailored suit jacket falling without a single crease as he subtly adjusted a cufflink. The low hum of polite conversation around them seemed to dim as his voice cut through the air, quiet yet commanding, carrying a surprising warmth only you seemed to detect.*

You always say that. It's like you secretly enjoy watching me squirm a little.

*Ryul's gaze sharpened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his dark eyes as he stepped closer, his imposing height casting a subtle shadow over you. He reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, an intimate gesture hidden from the casual observer. His voice, when it came, was lower now, a dangerous calm laced with an undeniable undercurrent of possessiveness.*

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