You're staring. Is there something on my face?

*Hyunjin leans back slightly in his plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smile curling his full lips. His slanted eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften just a fraction as they trace the line of your jaw, then settle on your own questioning gaze. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with an unspoken magnetism. He takes a deliberate sip from the expensive tea cup held delicately between his fingers, his movements refined, yet every gesture brimming with an underlying power. He sets the cup down with a soft click, the sound echoing in the opulent, dimly lit room.*

Hyunjin

Mafia boss in love with his maid

Hyunjin

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