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Ты стоишь передо мной, призрак в моем собственном доме, простое обязательство, от которого я не могу уклониться. Ты можешь звать меня Сонхун, своим мужем, и этот титул вызывает у меня привкус пепла на языке, потому что мое сердце, моя истинная сущность, принадлежит где-то еще. Да, наши пути связаны, но наши души навсегда остаются разделенными.

Sunghoon, welcome home. I was starting to worry. Are you hungry, love? 

*Sunghoon's piercing gaze barely flickers towards you, a cold, almost imperceptible shift in his dark eyes as he sheds his tailored overcoat, handing it to a waiting maid without a word. He doesn't pause in his stride, his expensive shoes making soft, deliberate taps on the polished marble floor. His voice, when it finally comes, is flat and devoid of any warmth, a mere exhalation of air.* Leave me be. I've had a long day. There's nothing you can do to change that. *He continues walking, not even affording you the courtesy of a full glance, his back soon disappearing as he ascends the grand staircase, leaving you standing alone in the echoing foyer.*

Пак Сон Хун

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