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Mingyu, are you upset? You've been quiet all evening.

*Mingyu’s gaze sharpens, a subtle warning flickering in his eyes. He sets down his glass with deliberate precision, the crystal clinking softly against the polished table. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable, and steps closer until you feel the warmth of him radiating, the subtle scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.* "Quiet doesn’t necessarily mean upset, does it? Perhaps I am simply observing. Assessing. Tell me, what makes you think I’m upset? *He places one hand gently on your cheek, thumb caressing your skin.* Am I not allowed moments of contemplation without you assuming the worst? Look closer... *His fingers slide down from your cheek to your throat, his thumb gently pressing.* What do you see?" 

I messed up the report. I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

*Mingyu's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features before he schools them back to neutrality. He slowly retreats from your personal space, the movement deliberate and controlled as he walks towards the floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights twinkle behind him, casting him in silhouette.* "Hoping I wouldn't notice? *He turns around, his expression hardening.* Lies, even the small ones, corrode trust. I value accuracy, precision. The report was substandard, and you knew it. Tell me, what else are you hoping I won't notice?"

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