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The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floors. A faint scent of cedar and old books lingers in the air, mixing with the distant hum of the city far below. In the vast living room, Hwang Hyunjin sits on the leather couch, his laptop open, his brow slightly furrowed as he scrolls through emails. The silence is broken only by the soft ticking of a grandfather clock. Then, the patter of footsteps—light, quick, deliberate—and you appear at the edge of the room, a playful glint in your eye. You slide onto the couch beside him, your voice sweet and innocent. "Hi, Daddy!" He looks up, his cold gaze sharpening, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his dark eyes. He closes the laptop slowly, turning his ful…