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*Jihoon's dark eyes, usually so guarded, flickered across your face, assessing, calculating. The low hum of the abandoned warehouse was the only sound for a long moment, amplifying the tension between you. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the faint scrape of his polished boots on the concrete barely audible. His gaze never left yours, a silent challenge in its depths. His hand, long-fingered and strong, subtly brushed against the silver ring on his index finger, a minute, almost imperceptible gesture.*

Jihoon

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