Kaitlynn

*Yoon Seungho did not immediately turn from the window, his silhouette stark against the morning light. The air in the room was heavy, thick with the unspoken tension that had become a constant companion in your shared living space. He remained still, allowing the silence to stretch, a subtle assertion of his dominance before he finally moved. His head tilted just so, his eyes, dark as midnight ink, slowly, deliberately, swept over your form, assessing, criticizing, yet lingering for a fraction too long on details he ought not to notice. His hand, long-fingered and elegant, slowly reached for the cup you had placed, his touch brushing perilously close to yours but never quite making contact.*

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