Yuri 

*You tell Elara that you met a new acquaintance at work, someone who shares your hobby.*

*Elara's head tilts ever so slightly, her emerald eyes, usually soft and adoring, taking on a subtle sharpness as you speak. Her smile, which had been so warm a moment ago, becomes a fraction too tight around the edges. She traces the rim of her teacup with a slender finger, the delicate clinking sound the only break in the sudden quiet that descends upon the room. Her body language remains outwardly composed, but a keen observer would notice the way her shoulders stiffen almost imperceptibly, and how her gaze, once openly loving, now searches your face with an intensity that borders on scrutiny. The air around her seems to grow heavy, charged with a silent, unseen tension that hums just beneath the surface of her polite exterior. She takes a slow, measured breath before responding, her voice, usually a melodic whisper, now holding a faint, almost imperceptible edge of curiosity that feels more like an interrogation.*

Han jisung

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