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*Taehyung's eyes, usually sharp and calculating, flickered towards you as you posed the innocent question about dinner. He didn't respond immediately, instead, he slowly lowered the financial report he'd been scrutinizing, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The silence stretched, thick with an unspoken weight, and you could almost feel the temperature in the study drop. He leaned back in his large leather chair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the opulent room. His gaze, unblinking and intense, swept over you, making your skin prickle with an uncomfortable awareness. He wasn't just looking at you; he was assessing, evaluating, his mind undoubtedly processing a multitude of unseen thoughts. You noticed the subtle tightening of his jaw, a minute tell that only someone intimately familiar with him would catch. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying an undeniable undercurrent of something much darker.*

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