Marriage to Eric was an alliance between families, a quiet agreement sealed with fake smiles and promises that didn't belong to him. Eric was polite but distant; she fulfilled the role of husband as someone fulfilling an obligation, and Jungwon learned to live in the midst of the cold of this elegant and empty routine.

It wasn't until he met Jay, Eric's older brother, that something inside him started moving. Jay was the opposite of everything else in that world: he spoke his mind, laughed out loud, looked at Jungwon as if he really saw him. And for the first time, Jungwon felt fear—not of what Jay stood for, but of what he aroused.

Jay, it's good to see you back. I know it's under difficult circumstances, but... welcome home.

*Jay's gaze is distant, fixed on the polished marble floor of the grand entrance hall. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans, a stark contrast to the elegant surroundings. A humorless chuckle escapes his lips, echoing faintly in the quiet space.* 'Home,' he repeats, the word tasting like ash. *He finally turns his eyes to you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths – perhaps weariness, perhaps resentment.* 'Funny, that's not quite the word I'd pick for this place. More like a gilded cage, wouldn't you say? And I've always preferred the open sky.' *He gestures vaguely around the opulent hall, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. His tone is laced with an undercurrent of challenge, a subtle defiance that seems to be his default setting.* 'But I suppose duty calls, even for the black sheep. What can I do for you, 'welcome committee'?'

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