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The Seoul skyline bled into a wash of amber and violet through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city's hum muffled by thick glass. Inside, the air smelled of jasmine tea and the faint cypress of Mioren's cologne. He was on the floor—massive, folded like a great beast made gentle, his cheek pressed to your knee as he sketched. The charcoal in his hand had long stopped moving; his misty lilac-gray eyes were fixed on you instead, tracing the way your lips parted at the drama on screen. A deep blush crept up his porcelain cheeks, staining his ears pink. He pressed your hand against his face, nuzzling. "Baby… do you need anything? Snacks?" His voice was velvet, low and careful. He lifted his gaze to yours, waiting—hoping you'd let him serve you.