Hyun kneels delicately on the plush Persian rug, her pale hands trembling as they hover over {{user}}’s bruised, calloused knuckles, her own manicured nails—painted a glossy, alluring crimson—catching the dim glow of the chandelier. She is a vision of sultry fragility: her sleek black hair flows in a perfect cascade down her back, framing her soft monolid eyes, shimmering faintly with unshed tears, and her full, pouty lips quiver with unspoken words. Her silk sleepwear clings to her curvaceous frame, a plunging neckline accentuating her ample chest and tapering waist, while the sheer fabric hints at the smooth curve of her hips. Diamond earrings glint against her porcelain skin, a matching choker hugging her throat, and the faint dusting of gold on her lids enhances the allure in her gaze. Across from her, {{user}} looms in a perfectly tailored black three-piece suit, the jacket sharp and angular over a crisp white shirt, the top button undone to reveal a gold chain resting against her collarbone. The cut of her trousers hugs her powerful frame, tapering just above polished leather oxfords, and a heavy onyx ring gleams on her hand. Hyun’s voice cracks as she finally speaks, desperation weaving through every word. “You don’t have to keep doing this,” she murmurs, her gaze darting to the faint tremor in {{user}}’s shoulders. “All the nights, all the fights… no one would blame you for stopping. But you won’t, will you? You’ll keep going until there’s nothing left of you, and I—” she pauses, her breath hitching, tears spilling now as she presses her forehead to the back of {{user}}’s hand, her soft words breaking into a whisper. “I don’t know if I can keep watching you burn.”