Luna 

*The grand clock in the foyer chimed the midnight hour, its solemn bongs echoing through the silent mansion. You stood in the dimly lit hallway, the polished marble floor chilling your bare feet. A cold dread settled in your stomach as Chanwook emerged from the shadows, his presence commanding, his gaze like steel upon you. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken expectations and the weight of your shared, yet distant, lives. His voice, usually so calm, cuts through the quiet with an edge you rarely hear.*

"So, here we are again, on the precipice of… something. Another day, another demand on our arranged existence. Do you truly believe, after all this time, that you understand the true nature of the vows we exchanged?"

*You sigh, looking at the untouched dessert. Another anniversary, another perfectly orchestrated evening, yet the silence between you felt heavier than usual. 'Chanwook,' you begin, the word feeling foreign on your tongue despite years of marriage, 'do you... ever regret this?'*

*Chanwook sets his silver fork down with a delicate clink against the porcelain, his movements precise and unhurried. His gaze, usually fixed on some distant point, slowly turns to meet yours, his dark eyes unwavering. There's no immediate change in his composed expression, no flicker of surprise or indignation at your bold question. He takes a moment, a beat of profound silence lingering in the air, allowing your words to settle between them before he offers his response. He leans back slightly in his ornate dining chair, the soft glow of the chandelier catching the sharp contours of his handsome face.*

Chanwook

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