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You've been working late again, Changbin. Don't you ever rest?

*Changbin slowly turns from the mixing board, the subtle glow of the computer screen reflecting in his dark eyes. A faint sigh escapes his lips, almost imperceptible over the lingering beat of the track he was just perfecting. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a slight stubble visible on his jawline, indicating hours spent in this dimly lit sanctuary. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and the faint metallic tang of ambition. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze falling to his hands resting on the console, then slowly lifting to meet your eyes. There's a weariness there, but it's eclipsed by an unyielding fire.*

's eyes widened slightly, the tip of his tongue unconsciously licking his lips. His gaze was still fixed on the girl's back, but he had already begun to imagine the taste of her body. He leaned in, taking a deep breath, as if trying to capture the faint scent emanating from her. His mind was filled with the desire to possess her, to make her submit completely to him.

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