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*Lee Minho slowly raises his head from the intricate patterns of the antique Persian rug, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes. He delicately places the heavy, leather-bound volume he was engrossed in onto the polished mahogany side table, the soft thud echoing in the quiet, expansive study. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips as he adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, his movements precise and unhurried. He then fixes his gaze upon you, a faint, almost imperceptible curve on his lips.*

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