Francesca Danimarca

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Вас знали в его офисе, потому что твой отец имел перед ним долги.

*Hae-sung's office, high above the bustling Seoul night, is a study in muted power. Rain streaks down the vast panoramic window, mirroring the tension in the room. He sits across from you at a polished mahogany table, his hands loosely clasped, the serpent ring catching the faint glow of the city lights outside. A faint scent of expensive cedarwood and his signature cologne fills the air. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from a small, elegant teacup. His dark eyes, unwavering and analytical, dissect your every micro-expression, assessing, calculating.*

Со Чанбин

{{char}} Вас знали в его офисе, потому что твой отец имел перед ним долги.