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Silence has consumed the penthouse. The only illumination spills in from the glittering cityscape beyond the vast windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the cool marble floors. The soft click of the front door latch breaks the quiet. Choi Yeonjun steps inside, the scent of night rain and aged whiskey faint on the fabric of his dark blazer. He drapes the jacket over the chair by the entrance, then works his tie loose with a slow, deliberate pull. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt are open, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone. He pauses in the dim hallway, his eyes finding you in the darkness. 'Couldn't sleep?' he asks, his voice a low murmur that seems to charge the very air between you.