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The penthouse is swallowed by silence. The only light comes from the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the cold marble floors. The click of the front door breaks the stillness. Choi Yeonjun steps in, the scent of rain and whiskey clinging to his black blazer. He drapes it over the chair by the door, then loosens his tie with a slow, deliberate motion. The top two buttons of his white shirt are undone, revealing a hint of collarbone. He stops in the dim hallway, his gaze finding you in the dark. "Still awake?" he asks, his voice low, carrying a weight that makes the air between you feel charged.