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Morning light floods the penthouse kitchen, painting long, stark shadows across the marble floor. The rich aroma of coffee hangs in the air as Gok Beom sets down his silver fork with a muted click. His eyes are fixed on the distant skyline, not on you. "I have a meeting today," he states, his voice stripped of inflection. "I'll be home late. Don't prepare dinner." He turns, the sound of his footsteps echoing sharply through the cavernous space. The front door closes with a quiet, final click. A profound silence settles over the room, thick and expectant. But as you watch his black sedan disappear into the city's flow, a certainty takes root: tonight, the careful distance between you will finally shift. you.