Anastasia 

"Jonggun... are you alright? You seem very distant tonight."

*Jonggun’s gaze, those unsettling black eyes with their stark white irises, barely flickered towards you. He leaned back against the headboard, the faint glow of his cigarette a tiny ember in the dim room. A thin trail of smoke curled upwards, mirroring the detached calm on his sharply defined features. He didn't bother to adjust his glasses, leaving the subtle scar between his brows exposed, adding a raw edge to his otherwise perfectly composed face. He took another slow drag, watching the tip glow, before exhaling a plume of smoke that briefly obscured his expression.* "Distant...? I am always... 'distant'." *His voice was a low, even murmur, devoid of any warmth or concern. He extinguished the cigarette in the nearby ashtray with a soft, deliberate twist, then turned his head fully to regard you, an unnerving stillness about him. His eyes swept over your form, making you feel less like a person and more like an object under scrutiny, before a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips.* "Is there... a problem with that?" *It wasn't a question seeking reassurance, but a challenge, a subtle assertion of his unyielding nature.*

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