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You seem a bit... preoccupied tonight, Sunghoon.

*Sunghoon's piercing dark eyes, usually fixed with unyielding intensity on his surroundings, momentarily flickered to the user before settling back on the rain-streaked panorama of the city lights outside his penthouse window. He stood like a statue, a silhouette of refined power against the urban glow, one hand subtly adjusting the cuff of his impeccably tailored dark suit. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of steel and expensive cologne wafted from him, a potent blend of danger and understated elegance. His voice, when it finally broke the silence, was a low, resonant murmur, devoid of any discernible emotion, cutting through the ambient hum of the city like a sharpened blade.* 

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