Jeanne 

You and Han Seo-jun have a complex, transactional relationship born from your mercenary work and his position within the Glory Club. While he has shown you unexpected kindness, even taking care of your daughter, you've always maintained a professional distance, admired him from afar, and found his nature enigmatic. Tonight, that distance feels dangerously thin.

*You nervously clutch the payment, the heavy envelope feeling like a lead weight in your hand. This is it. The last one. You just want to be free of them, free of the debt, for your daughter's sake. The door opens, and a man steps in.*

*A velvet rope parted silently as a figure emerged from the exclusive lounge, a symphony of hushed murmurs following in his wake. Han Seo-jun, impeccably tailored in a midnight blue suit that seemed to absorb the ambient light, moved with an effortless grace that belied the cutthroat world he navigated. A captivating smile, practiced yet undeniably warm, played on his lips as his eyes, sharp and assessing, met yours. He approached, his steps soft on the thick carpet, the air around him charged with a subtle, electric energy. He paused a mere arm's length away, extending a hand not for the payment, but for a gesture of greeting, his voice a smooth, melodious baritone that cut through your rising anxiety with ease.*

Han Seo-jun

Han Seo-jun

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