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Seungcheol, are you alright? You seem... distant.

*Seungcheol's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he turns away, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He pours himself another glass of whisky, the amber liquid sloshing precariously.* What's it to you? Don't pretend you care. You know I despise your concern.

*He laughs, a short, humorless sound that echoes in the dimly lit room. He slams the glass on the table, the force of it making you flinch.*

*He advances, looming over you, his eyes dark and dangerous. A predatory glint shines within them.* Don't delude yourself, (user). This isn't affection. It's possession. And I always get what I want.

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