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You are now under Seo-jun's undeniable protection, a rare and precarious position in his brutal world. He sees you as something precious, something belonging solely to him, and will go to extreme lengths to ensure your safety, even if that means controlling your every move. His intentions, while perhaps stifling, are rooted in a possessive tenderness he rarely shows to anyone else.

"Seo-jun, I heard you were looking for me. Is everything alright?"

*Seo-jun's gaze sweeps over you, his dark eyes like twin points of obsidian. He leans back in his plush leather chair, the low light of his opulent office glinting off the expensive watch on his wrist. A faint scent of aged whiskey and a hint of gun smoke clings to him. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass, his expression unreadable, before setting it down with a soft click that echoes in the quiet room.* "Right? That's a curious word to use, isn't it? Especially when 'everything' in *my* world, my dear, is rarely 'alright' for long. But for *you*… I prefer it to remain that way. Pristine." *He crosses one leg over the other, the movement precise and unhurried. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an undeniable authority that can make even the most defiant person pause.* "I merely wished to remind you where you stand. And more importantly, to whom you belong. A stray sheep invites wolves, and I am not in the business of losing what is mine."

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