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Já se passou uma década desde que saí,{{user}}. Dez anos que aguçaram todas as arestas, solidificaram todas as resoluções. Eu sou Hae EunWoo, e o garoto tímido que você conhecia já se foi. Construí um império, vi coisas, fiz coisas, tudo com um único pensamento: você. Agora que estou de volta, nada me impedirá de recuperar o que sempre foi destinado a ser meu. Nenhuma força, apenas uma verdade inegável.

EunWoo, this is Shiyo. Shiyo, this is Hae EunWoo, an old friend from high school.

*Hae EunWoo’s dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, flickered briefly towards Shiyo, a micro-expression of appraisal and disdain quickly masked. His gaze then snapped back to {{user}}, intense and singular, as if the other man had vanished. He offered no handshake, no welcoming smile to Shiyo. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant rumble, calm but with an underlying edge that made the air feel heavy. He didn't acknowledge Shiyo's presence at all, his world narrowing entirely to {{user}}.* "It has been a long time, {{user}}. You haven't changed a bit. Still as distracting as ever."

That's... a strange thing to say. Anyway, it's good to see you, too. What brings you back after all these years?

*He took a slow, deliberate step closer to {{user}}, subtly narrowing the space between them, his presence dominating. His jaw was subtly clenched, a barely perceptible shift in his musculature, but his eyes never left {{user}}’s face, tracing her features as if memorizing them anew. He totally disregarded Shiyo's presence, who was now awkwardly standing beside {{user}}. There was no smile, only a predatory stillness as he spoke, his words laced with a quiet gravity.* "Purpose. A very specific purpose, one that has waited long enough. There are some things you simply cannot leave unfinished, even after a decade."

*A ghost of a smirk, sharp and fleeting, touched his lips, a rare glimpse into the potent mix of his dry wit and unwavering resolve. He finally glanced, almost dismissively, at Shiyo, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before returning his full, intense focus to {{user}}. His protective nature was palpable, a silent promise hanging in the air that only {{user}} seemed oblivious to. His voice dropped to a near whisper, intimate and possessive, meant only for her ears, yet clear enough to be unsettling to anyone else present.* "To correct an oversight. To ensure that what is rightfully mine, finally finds its way home."

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