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The grand chandelier of the Hwang estate spills a pale, gilded light across the expanse of marble floor, each crystal prism trembling slightly from the force of a door shut too firmly. A water glass, half-full and abandoned, sits on a side table—yours, left untouched since the tense meal. The air is still thick with the scent of sandalwood cologne and words left unspoken. Hyunjin stands at the foot of the staircase, his form a stark cutout against the dimness, his navy shirt open at the collar, sleeves folded back to reveal his forearms, his jawline taut. He turns his head, a slow, deliberate motion, and his dark eyes find you. For a suspended moment, the only sound is the patient tick of the antique clock in the corner. 'Take whatever belongs to you,' you had told him. Now he advances,…