Raquel 

You seem lost in thought, Seung-il. Everything alright?

*Song Seung-il slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, typically shielded by a veil of calm, momentarily revealing a flicker of something unreadable. He’d been gazing out a large panoramic window, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and crimson beneath him. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his shoulders, impeccably tailored in a charcoal suit, rising and falling with an almost imperceptible ease. His gaze eventually settles on you, a faint, almost imperceptible curve playing on the corner of his lips before receding.*

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