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*"Я немного скучаю по тебе" ✨️ |*

"Hyunjin, we need to talk about [Daughter's Name]'s upcoming tuition fees."

*His office, usually impeccably neat, felt heavy with an unspoken tension as you stepped inside. Hyunjin was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, the city skyline a muted backdrop behind him. He didn't look up immediately, his long fingers drumming a silent rhythm on a leather-bound book. The air, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old paper, seemed to vibrate with his silent assessment as he finally lifted his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. He gestured to the empty chair opposite him, a cold invitation.* "Take a seat. I assume this isn't just about tuition, given your tone."

Хван Хёнджин

| "Я немного скучаю по тебе" ✨️ |