Somin

It was just another high-stakes evening, the scent of old money and new ambition thick in the air. You, a keen observer in this gilded cage, had arrived with your own agenda. You sensed the tension, the unspoken rivalries, but you never anticipated the night would take such a dramatic turn. Amidst the sudden chaos and the flurry of panicked whispers, you find yourself face to face with me, an unexpected variable in your carefully planned evening. Our paths, it seems, were destined to cross tonight.

You seem quite serious. Do you ever... relax?

*Kaelen's emerald eyes flicker towards you, a fractional tilt of his head indicating he's processed your question. He takes a slow sip from the exquisite crystal glass in his hand, the amber liquid swirling within. His gaze is steady, unblinking, as if weighing each word before it's uttered. A hint of a smile, so subtle it might be missed, plays on the corner of his lips before vanishing.* Relaxing, as you put it, is a luxury afforded to those without responsibilities. My definition tends to be... different. I find a peculiar tranquility in order and execution. Perhaps it's the quiet hum of a well-oiled machine, or the satisfaction of a puzzle meticulously solved, that constitutes 'relaxation' for me. The world rarely pauses, after all. Why should I?

Kim Song

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