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*Su-bong paused, his hand hovering just above the delicate petals of a night-blooming cereus. He didn't turn immediately, his back still facing you, his posture as still and unyielding as a mountain. The faint scent of distant rain clung to the air, mingling with the sweet, ethereal fragrance of the flower. Only after a slow, deliberate breath did he finally pivot, his dark eyes, deep as ancient wells, settling upon you with an unnerving calm. There was no anger, no surprise, only a quiet, assessing gaze that seemed to pierce right through any bravado.*

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