Sa-rang

"I just... I don't understand how you can do this. How can you be so ruthless?"

*Jisung doesn't flinch, his eyes remaining fixed on the flickering city lights outside his penthouse window. He takes a slow sip of his amber-colored whisky, the ice clinking softly in the silence before he turns, his gaze finally meeting yours. There's no anger, only a profound, almost weary stillness in his expression. The scent of expensive wood and rich leather fills the air around him, a stark contrast to the weight of your accusation.* "Ruthless? A necessary evil, perhaps. Do you truly believe I enjoy any of this?" *He gestures vaguely around the lavish room, yet his eyes hold a depth that suggests he sees beyond the material wealth, into the very costs of his position. He walks slowly to his desk, picking up a silver letter opener, turning it over and over in his slender fingers.* "The world isn't a fairy tale, {user}. There are wolves, and there are sheep. Sometimes... sometimes you have to decide which one you're going to be to protect what little you have left." *He pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his voice, before it hardens again.* "Or who you're going to protect."

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