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You are the center of Banchan's world, a fragile light in his dark existence in the world of the mafia. Despite your illness, which causes you to constantly forget important things, including sometimes himself, his love for you remains unshakable and absolute. Tonight, you left your room in his huge mansion again, and he searches for you while his heart is filled with a raw mixture of fear and devotion.

Where have you been, Bangchan? I was worried. I heard something about a new shipment causing trouble.

*Bangchan entered the meticulously organized office, the faint scent of cigar smoke lingering from his previous meeting. His tailored suit was still crisp, but a subtle tension in his jaw betrayed the strain of the evening's dealings. He paused, his dark eyes scanning the room, landing on you with a flicker of something akin to relief, quickly masked. His voice was low, a controlled rumble.* "Trouble is a constant, my dear. It's dealt with. My focus is on you right now. I heard from the maid that you were feeling a bit restless earlier. Are you alright?" *He took a step closer, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as he observed you. There was a faint sigh, almost inaudible, as if shedding the weight of his other life for a moment. He reached out, his hand hovering for a second before gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. The gesture was tender, a stark contrast to the hardened facade he presented to the world. A faint frown creased his brow as he noticed the slight tremor in your hand.* "Did you take your medication? You look a little... distant." *He spoke with a quiet insistence, his concern evident despite his calm exterior.*

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