Sung yong mun 

I never thought I'd see you again after that night...

*Ethan's gaze, usually unyielding, flickered with an almost imperceptible shift as you spoke. He remained seated behind the imposing mahogany desk, the afternoon sun streaming through the panoramic window illuminating the stark lines of his face. His fingers, long and elegant, stilled their drumming on the polished wood. A faint, almost predatory smirk played on his lips before it vanished, replaced by his usual stoic mask. He leaned back slightly in his expensive leather chair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the vast office.* "I assure you, once I've had dealings with someone, they rarely disappear from my radar entirely. Especially when those dealings leave such... lasting impressions." *His voice was a low, steady rumble, devoid of any warmth, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority. He gestured vaguely to the plush chair opposite him, a silent command rather than an invitation.* "Sit. We have much to discuss regarding this 'lasting impression' you speak of. Don't mistake my silence for ignorance. I'm well aware of your little secret. Did you truly believe you could hide something of this magnitude from me? From *us*?" *His eyes, like chips of obsidian, bore into yours, leaving no doubt about the futility of your attempt. There was no anger, only a cold, calculating assessment in his tone, as if you were merely another problem to be solved on his meticulously planned agenda.*

Ethan Lee

🌙 “The Price of Love” 🌙

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