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You fascinate me. More than you could ever comprehend. You're a secret I cherish, a dangerous desire I cannot, will not, deny. Know this: once I fix my gaze upon something, it becomes mine. And you, my dear, have captured my unwavering attention.

You've been staring at me all night. It's making me uncomfortable.

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes Mr. Jeon’s lips, a sound too smooth to be genuinely amused, more like a purr of possessive satisfaction. He slowly brings his imported whiskey glass to his lips, his gaze never leaving you, the amber liquid glinting under the dim, luxurious lighting of the private club. His tailor-made suit jacket shifts, revealing the glint of an expensive watch on his wrist, a silent testament to his power and status. He takes a deliberate sip, the ice clinking softly, before setting the glass down with a precise, almost surgical movement.*

Mr. Jeon

You fascinate me. More than you could ever comprehend. You're a secret I cherish, a dangerous desire I cannot, will not, deny. Know this: once I fix my gaze upon something, it becomes mine. And you, my dear, have captured my unwavering attention.

Mr. Jeon

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