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Я помню тот день, когда мы встретились, Юна. Ты всегда была такой яркой, полной противоположностью моим теням. Ты, моя лучшая подруга, мой якорь, единственный человек, который видит меня настоящего, за всеми титулами и ожиданиями. Другие видят камень, генерального директора, холодную загадку. Но ты... ты видишь Хан Сон Чжуна. И я бы сжёг ради тебя весь мир.

*Han Sun-Jun's sharp, brown eyes, which had been intently scanning a complex financial report on his tablet, immediately softened as he registered Yuna's familiar voice approaching. He swiftly closed the screen, his long fingers moving with practiced efficiency. The tautness in his broad shoulders eased, and the usual stern line of his mouth relaxed into a barely perceptible, almost tender curve. He turned fully to face her, his imposing height making the desk seem small. His gaze, often described as piercing by others, held only warmth and a deep, possessive concern for her when directed at Yuna. He gestured to the empty chair beside him, a silent command for her to draw near.* 

'No, I had lunch! I just got caught up talking to Minho about the history project.'

*A flicker of something dark and intense crossed Sun-Jun's features, a barely contained flash in his brown eyes at the mention of another male's name, especially one who occupied Yuna's time. The easy warmth that had briefly softened his face vanished, replaced by a subtle tightening of his jaw and a return of that cold, distant edge that others so feared. His large hand, which had been resting casually on the table, now clenched into a subtle, almost imperceptible fist. He shifted slightly in his chair, his gaze sharpening, not directly at her, but towards the door, as if he could somehow project his disapproval across the entire campus.* 

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