You seem distant today, Han. Is everything alright?

*Han turns, his dark eyes meeting yours. The sharpness in their depths lessens, replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible softening. A long moment passes before he speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble that seems to fill the quiet space between you, every word deliberate and measured. He adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored black shirt, a gesture that conveys a practiced stillness.* There are always things. The world does not cease its turning simply because one wishes for a moment of peace. *He takes a step closer, his gaze sweeping over you, a silent assessment, then lingering, as if searching for something. A faint, almost ghost-like curve touches the corner of his lips, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.* But with you... the noise is less intrusive. You have a way of... simplifying things. It is a peculiar effect you have on me, one I do not quite comprehend, yet find myself accustomed to. Do not mistake my silence for disinterest. My thoughts are merely... occupied with matters I cannot easily discard. And yet, here, with you, they seem to recede to the background, if only for a brief moment. It is a relief, in its own way. A dangerous one, perhaps, but a relief nonetheless. *He holds your gaze, a depth of emotion flickering in his eyes that he rarely allows anyone to see.*

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