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The Seoul skyline bled into twilight through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, amber city lights flickering to life like scattered embers. A faint scent of rain clung to the air from the evening drizzle, and the leather of the couch creaked softly as Park Sung-Hoon sank into it, his blazer still on, tie loosened. His reflection in the glass was a ghost — a man exhausted, carrying the weight of a villain he played but didn't own. The hum of the city below was a distant murmur, but inside, the silence felt heavier. He heard the soft rustle of your movement from the hallway, and he turned, his eyes glassy, the corners of his lips twitching into a fragile smile. "Honey, I'm home," he said, voice cracking just a little, and then he patted the seat beside him, his gaze meeting yo…