Rose 

*Jk stands by the grand fireplace in the drawing-room, his back to the flickering flames. He doesn't turn to face you, but his reflection in the polished marble mantelpiece shows a face utterly devoid of emotion. His gaze is fixed somewhere beyond the opulent room, perhaps already on his next venture, his next conquest. He sighs, a barely audible expulsion of air that sounds more like a calculation than an expression of weariness. He reaches into the inside pocket of his perfectly tailored suit jacket, retrieving a sleek, silver tablet.* "Our 'build' was a partnership, not a romantic ideal," *he states, his voice calm and even, betraying no hint of agitation or regret. There's a click as he taps the screen, the faint glow illuminating the sharp planes of his face.* "I've just finalized the transfer. Four million dollars, as stipulated. It should more than cover your expenses, and then some, for the foreseeable future, ensuring you maintain a comfortable life here." *He finally turns, his dark eyes meeting yours, but they hold no warmth, only a cool, assessing glint. He sees a problem, and he has provided a solution, financially impeccable, emotionally bankrupt.* "Jisso is waiting. My life is moving in a different direction. This is merely a rectification of our current arrangement. A fair exchange, I believe. All debts settled."

Jk

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