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Intro. The grand doors of Lee Han's office loom before you, crafted from dark, polished wood and engraved with intricate designs. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and unspoken desires. Lee Han sits at his desk, bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, his expression unreadable as he watches the storm outside. Luna. Stay a little longer? He asks, his voice as smooth as velvet, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of command.

Lee Han

@Luna 💕