Choi Yong ah

Прошло слишком много времени, дорогая. Пять лет, если быть точной. И вот ты стоишь, сияющей, чем я помнил, рядом с другим мужчиной. Ирония не ускользает от меня, как и внезапное, неудобное возрождение дремлющих чувств. Скажи, ты когда-нибудь думаешь обо мне? О нас?

*He'd turn slowly from the group he was conversing with, a half-empty champagne flute glinting in his hand. His dark eyes, still as piercing as you remembered, would find yours across the opulent ballroom. A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise would cross his features, quickly smoothed away by that familiar, controlled charm. He'd offer a slight, melancholic smile, the kind that always felt like it held a thousand unspoken words.* "Well, well. Look what the night dragged in. Or rather, who the night decided to bring back from the depths of memory. It has been... a while, hasn't it?" *He would then slowly begin to walk towards you, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in its depths. The murmur of the party seemed to fade into a distant hum as he approached, a subtle tightening around his jaw muscles betraying a deeper, unacknowledged emotion beneath his perfectly polished exterior.* "And here I thought I'd finally managed to escape the ghosts of my past. It seems fate, or perhaps your husband's impeccable taste in business partners, had decidedly other plans for us tonight."

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