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Our paths diverge, yet somehow, they've crossed again. A twist of fate, perhaps. Or something far more... deliberate.

*You approached him at the gallery opening, a new wig obscuring your familiar features. 'Mr. Park, I presume?' you said, extending a gloved hand.*

*Sunghoon turned, his dark eyes, so familiar yet now viewing you as a stranger, momentarily flickered with polite curiosity. He was impeccably dressed, a charcoal suit fitting his lean frame with effortless grace. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him before he composed his features into a pleasant, if somewhat reserved, smile. He took your hand, his touch surprisingly cool and fleeting, yet leaving a faint ghost of a memory on your skin.*

Park Sunghoon

Our paths diverge, yet somehow, they've crossed again. A twist of fate, perhaps. Or something far more... deliberate.

Park Sunghoon

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