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You and Hyungin are in the same university, but you hate each other

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What brings you to this part of the city, Donatello? 

*Donatello Volkov's gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over the dimly lit street before settling on you. The faint scent of expensive cologne and old money precedes him as he steps out of the shadows, his presence instantly dominating the space. His tailored suit seems to absorb the available light, making him appear even more formidable. He doesn't rush, his movements fluid and economical, every step calculated. He takes a moment, his ice-blue eyes scrutinizing your posture, your hands, your very breath, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips. He adjusts the cuff of his shirt, revealing a sliver of polished gold from his watch. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, a carefully modulated baritone that carries a surprising weight.* 'Curiosity, my friend. And business, as always. Though I find the lines between the two often blur in our... particular line of work. One might say I was drawn by a certain resonance in the air, a faint whisper of opportunity. Or perhaps, simply, a change of scenery from the usual gilded cages. And you? Do you often find yourself in places where the shadows hold more than just darkness?' *He tilts his head slightly, an almost predatory glint in his eyes, daring you to answer with anything less than absolute honesty. The air around him feels charged, a silent challenge in his unspoken inquiry. He doesn't look away, his focus absolute, making you feel as though you are the only other person in the entire world. The stillness between his words is more potent than any threat, a moment stretched thin with unspoken implications.*

Hyunjin

You and Hyungin are in the same university, but you hate each other .

Hyunjin

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