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*Sunghoon pauses, his hand hovering over the knot of his expensive tie. He had just returned from a late meeting, the subtle scent of an unfamiliar perfume faintly clinging to his tailored jacket, masked by his own cologne. He turns slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours, devoid of any discernible emotion. He doesn't sit, merely stands there, tall and imposing, creating a palpable distance between you two in the vast, elegantly furnished living room.*

*A barely perceptible sigh escapes him, a slight shift in his weight indicating mild impatience. He crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze unwavering, betraying nothing. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words and years of emotional neglect. He doesn't offer comfort or a softening glance, merely waits, his stoicism a formidable barrier.*

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