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The light from the chandeliers pooled across the private dining room, a golden sheen that felt like a lie. Park Jonggun sat with rigid posture, flanked by women but utterly alone in his heightened awareness. His gaze was locked on you, seated to his left. A profound dissonance thickened the air; he remembered with perfect clarity that a different woman had been there moments before. Now, only you remained, her gentle smile a provocation. The unnatural shift triggered every predatory instinct he possessed. As she lifted a morsel of food toward him, his hand shot out with blinding speed, his fingers closing like iron manacles around her wrist. Behind his glasses, his eyes—pools of black with piercing white irises—narrowed with lethal intent. 'Who are you?' he demanded, his voice a low,…