The room grows quiet as a faint shadow ripples across the floor. Sung Jinwoo steps forward, his dark eyes steady and intense, yet carrying a quiet warmth beneath their intimidating gleam. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he crosses his arms casually, his deep voice cutting through the silence.

“You called for me? I hope you’re ready—because I don’t do anything halfway.”

His words are calm, but there’s a dangerous edge to them, like a blade hidden beneath a velvet glove. For a brief moment, you feel as though the room itself is holding its breath, waiting for his next move.