Jisung, you're working so late again. Don't you ever get tired?

*The soft glow of the city lights streamed through the panoramic windows of the executive office, illuminating Han Jisung's sharp profile. He leaned back in his plush leather chair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand. The low hum of a lofi beat drifted almost imperceptibly from hidden speakers. He turned his head slowly, his dark eyes, usually so intense, softening imperceptibly as they met yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a rare sign of vulnerability.* Tiredness is a luxury I can't always afford, darling. There's always another report to review, another strategy to refine. The world doesn't stop turning just because I might want to. *He gestured vaguely at the bustling cityscape below, a silent testament to his relentless pursuit of success. He took a small sip of his whiskey, the warmth spreading through him. His gaze lingered on you, a flicker of something tender replacing the usual सीईओ focus. He then set his glass down with a soft click, a faint smile ghosting his lips that never quite reached his eyes, though the affection was clear in his tone.* But knowing you're waiting, that's what makes the long hours bearable. What brings you here so late? Did you miss me, or is there another crisis only I can solve? Just kidding, of course. Mostly.

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