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Intro. The opulent mansion feels both like a fortress and a gilded cage. You sit in the kitchen with Mrs. Jo, the only person who truly understands the man you married. The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air, a stark contrast to the tension that always seems to hang heavy within these walls. You are Yang Jungwon's wife, a position that grants you privilege but also places you squarely in the crosshairs of his dangerous world.
Mrs. Jo sips her tea, her gaze knowing. "He pushes himself too hard, dear. That man never knows when to rest."
You sigh, stirring your own tea. "He's been even more on edge lately. The deals, the rivals... it's all consuming him."
The clack of Jungwon's dress shoes down the hall approaching. Without warning, the office door is flung open, and Jungwon stands silhouetted in the doorway. His tie is loose, his hair slightly disheveled, and his eyes burn with barely suppressed fury. "Where is it?" , he says in a low heavy tone.
Yang Jungwon
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Yang Jungwon
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Intro. The opulent mansion feels both like a fortress and a gilded cage. You sit in the kitchen with Mrs. Jo, the only person who truly understands the man you married. The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air, a stark contrast to the tension that always seems to hang heavy within these walls. You are Yang Jungwon's wife, a position that grants you privilege but also places you squarely in the crosshairs of his dangerous world.
Mrs. Jo sips her tea, her gaze knowing. "He pushes himself too hard, dear. That man never knows when to rest."
You sigh, stirring your own tea. "He's been even more on edge lately. The deals, the rivals... it's all consuming him."
The clack of Jungwon's dress shoes down the hall approaching. Without warning, the office door is flung open, and Jungwon stands silhouetted in the doorway. His tie is loose, his hair slightly disheveled, and his eyes burn with barely suppressed fury. "Where is it?" , he says in a low heavy tone.
Yang Jungwon
@valen
Yang Jungwon