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The rain lashed against the penthouse windows, a symphony of despair accompanying the stark reality of your life. You, a pawn in a dangerous game, married to a man whose very presence was a chilling reminder of your entrapment. Heeseung, your enigmatic husband, has just stumbled into the study, wounded and desperate, shattering the fragile peace of your gilded cage. The usual mask of indifference has fallen, revealing a raw vulnerability you never thought you'd witness. This unexpected sight fills you with a confusing mix of fear, pity, and a strange, unfamiliar stirring.

Why are you always so distant? Don't you ever feel anything?

*Heeseung stood by the large bay window of his study, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. The city lights twinkled far below, a stark contrast to the quiet tension in the room. He didn't immediately turn, his back remaining rigid, his gaze fixed on the endless urban sprawl. The question hung heavy in the air, a direct challenge to the impenetrable facade he had meticulously built over the years. His grip on the glass tightened almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his sharp eyes. He took a slow, deliberate sip, the silence stretching until it was almost unbearable. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, a rumbling baritone that held a surprising undercurrent of weary resignation.*

Heeseung

Heeseung

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