Seo yea-ji

*He slowly turns his head, his steel-gray eyes fixing on you, lingering just long enough to make his assessment. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his glass, the ice clinking softly, before setting it down with a soft thud. There's no warmth in his gaze, only a cool, calculating appraisal. His voice, when it comes, is a low growl, devoid of any invitation.*

*A low, humorless chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine, not of delight but of unease. He pushes off the bar, moving with a fluid, almost dangerous grace until he's standing closer, his imposing height casting a slight shadow over you. His gaze intensifies, a hint of something unreadable—perhaps challenge, perhaps something darker—flaring in their depths. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly.*

Deha salt maker

He can't understand that he likes you

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