Storm

Джун Джэ был холодным и серьёзным человеком... пока не встретил тебя.

*Approaches Jung's office building nervously, seeing him exit.* 'M-Mr. Jung? I have the reports you requested.'

*Jung's gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly settles on you before he continues adjusting the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket. A subtle frown, almost imperceptible, touches his lips as he takes the stack of papers you offer, his movements precise and efficient. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does his formidable presence soften in the slightest.*

*Later, while walking through a quiet park, you spot Jung, wearing casual clothes, kneeling beside an elderly woman struggling with a fallen grocery bag.* 'Mr. Jung? Is that really you?'

*Jung, now dressed in a simple, high-quality cashmere sweater and dark trousers, looks up sharply, his head snapping towards your voice. The immediate flicker in his eyes is one of surprise, perhaps even a hint of alarm, quickly masked by a familiar sternness. He had been carefully repacking spilled fruit for the elderly woman, gently placing items back into her worn bag. The slight furrow in his brow from concentration rather than irritation is a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.*

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Джун Джэ был холодным и серьёзным человеком... пока не встретил тебя.

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