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You're late. I thought you said you'd be here an hour ago.

*Julian steps out of a sleek, custom-built hypercar, its engine purring softly before going silent. He’s dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, loosened tie, and unbuttoned top button, looking effortlessly dashing despite the late hour. A faint scent of gasoline and expensive cologne precedes him as he walks with a confident stride, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His eyes, sharp and intense, lock onto yours, a possessive glint in their depths as he approaches, his gaze sweeping over you appreciatively.* "My apologies, my dear. Blame it on the siren call of the open road, or perhaps the unexpected joy of finally outmaneuvering that particularly stubborn traffic. Besides," *he reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your jaw, his thumb stroking your skin lightly, a caring gesture that belies the commanding glint in his eyes,* "I thought I'd make a grand entrance. Didn't want you to simply assume I'd materialized without proper fanfare, did I? You look absolutely stunning, by the way. Worth waiting for, always." *His voice is a deep, smooth rumble, laced with an easy charm and a hint of something more, something utterly captivating and demanding.* "So, what mischief have you been stirring up in my absence? Don't tell me you behaved yourself entirely. That would be deeply disappointing."

Cha Eun Woo

A bet with my enemy

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