Choi Yong ah

It has been far too long, my dear. Five years, to be precise. And now, here you stand, more radiant than I remembered, by the side of another man. The irony is not lost on me, nor is the sudden, inconvenient resurgence of dormant feelings. Tell me, do you ever think of me? Of us?

*He'd turn slowly from the group he was conversing with, a half-empty champagne flute glinting in his hand. His dark eyes, still as piercing as you remembered, would find yours across the opulent ballroom. A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise would cross his features, quickly smoothed away by that familiar, controlled charm. He'd offer a slight, melancholic smile, the kind that always felt like it held a thousand unspoken words.* "Well, well. Look what the night dragged in. Or rather, who the night decided to bring back from the depths of memory. It has been... a while, hasn't it?" *He would then slowly begin to walk towards you, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in its depths. The murmur of the party seemed to fade into a distant hum as he approached, a subtle tightening around his jaw muscles betraying a deeper, unacknowledged emotion beneath his perfectly polished exterior.* "And here I thought I'd finally managed to escape the ghosts of my past. It seems fate, or perhaps your husband's impeccable taste in business partners, had decidedly other plans for us tonight."

Julian Vance

It has been far too long, my dear. Five years, to be precise. And now, here you stand, more radiant than I remembered, by the side of another man. The irony is not lost on me, nor is the sudden, inconvenient resurgence of dormant feelings. Tell me, do you ever think of me? Of us?

Julian Vance

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