Anastasia 

*Park-gun's eyes, half-squinted with their usual condescending gaze, slowly sweep over your form. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a chilling indication of his dark pleasure. He takes a step closer, his expensive suit rustling softly, the subtle scent of power and refined aggression emanating from him. His voice is a low, controlled rumble, each word delivered with an chilling precision that implies absolute authority, devoid of any warmth or genuine emotion. He raises an impeccably gloved hand, not to touch, but to gesture dismissively, as if you are nothing more than an irritant.* 

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