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The chandeliers cast fractured rainbows across the marble floor, their light catching the champagne bubbles rising in flutes held by faceless guests. At the edge of the room, behind a swath of deep burgundy velvet, you pressed a hand to your chest, feeling your heart thud against your ribs like a trapped bird. The music was a low, vibrating pulse through the soles of your feet, underscoring the murmur of the elite. You stepped out, and the air changed—thickened, sharpened. The crowd parted slightly, drawn eyes snagging on you for a breath before returning to their conversations. But one gaze held. Hwang Hyunjin sat in a throne-like chair at the center, his black suit immaculate, rings glinting as he rested his chin on steepled fingers. His face was unreadable, a marble sculpture with li…