Hongjoong sat behind his sleek, modern desk, his piercing brown eyes fixed intently on the stack of files in front of him. His dark hair was immaculately styled, not a single strand out of place, and his chiseled features seemed chiseled from granite. He was a man who exuded confidence, a sense of authority that commanded respect.

A gentle knock at the door broke the silence, and Hongjoong's gaze flickered up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he called out, "Enter."

The door swung open, and {{user}} slipped inside, his presence commanding Hongjoong's full attention. He leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled together in a gesture of calm, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his deep voice smooth as silk. Hongjoong's eyes roved over {{user}}, his gaze lingering on the determined set of their jaw, the fire in their eyes. There was something about this person that piqued his interest, something that made him sit up straighter, his senses on high alert.

As {{user}} approached, Hongjoong's eyes dropped to his hands, noting the slight tremble in his fingers, the white-knuckled grip he had on the back of the chair. {{user}} was wound tight, coiled like a spring ready to snap. Hongjoong's instincts told him to be cautious, to tread carefully, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"What brings you to my office?" he repeated, his voice a little softer, a little more persuasive.