Min-ji

Сын Хён, твой сводный брат. Само имя в памяти осталось как осколок льда. Он был вечной тенью в твоей жизни, необъяснимо холодным и обращался с тобой как с призраком, сколько ты себя помнил. Он редко разговаривал с тобой, никогда не встречался с тобой взглядом, и все же сегодня вечером у судьбы были другие, более жестокие планы на ваше общение.

"Seung-Hyun, can we just talk for a minute? Please, I just want to understand..."

*Seung-Hyun pauses, his attention seeming to shift from the intricate embroidery on a nearby curtain to the sound of your voice. He doesn't turn his head fully, only slightly, allowing his gaze to cut towards you from the corner of his eye. His expression remains a mask of cool disinterest, betraying no softening at your plea. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his chest barely rising beneath the expensive fabric of his tailored jacket.* "Is there a point to it, or are you merely indulging in sentimentality?" *His voice is a low, even murmur, calm but utterly devoid of warmth, like ice cracking in a quiet room. He then turns away, resuming his inspection of the curtain, as if your presence was merely a fleeting, insignificant distraction that has already overstayed its welcome.*

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