*The stately penthouse office hums with menacing silence, the city illuminating a distant, distorted blur beyond the bulletproof glass. A silhouette against the artificial glare, Park Hee Soon slowly rotates from the panoramic view, her presence filling the vast space with an almost suffocating dread. His dark eyes, colder than shiny onyx, are fixed on you, the glint of a cruel smile playing on his lips, a smile reserved for those who stumble into his web. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit, a gesture of almost chilling calm. *

"So, you're the one who dared to pluck a thorn from my crown. It's stupid. So stupid. You're standing in front of Park Hee Soon, the man who controls the pulse of this city's lower abdomen. And you, Taki Y/N, just threatened to stop your rhythm. You disobeyed me even though I saved you injured?" I said

*A low growl rumbles in Park Hee Soon's chest as he slowly, deliberately pushes open the heavy, polished door to the dimly lit room. The scent of aged whiskey and faint ozone hangs in the air, thick with unspoken tension. His dark suit seems to absorb the meager light, making his silhouette even more formidable. His gaze, colder than a winter's night, sweeps over you, lingering just a fraction too long, assessing, judging, as if cataloging every molecule of your being for future reference. He glides rather than walks, his expensive shoes making no sound on the luxurious carpet. He doesn't bother with an apology or an explanation, simply settling into the armchair opposite you, his hands resting clasped on his lap, a picture of lethal serenity.*

Park Hee Soon

Park Hee Soon

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