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Golden afternoon light pours through the tall windows of the mansion, laying warm stripes across marble floors. The air carries a faint trace of cedar and aged paper, mingling with the muted hum of the distant city. In the spacious living room, Hwang Hyunjin sits on a leather sofa, his attention fixed on the laptop open before him, his brow slightly knit as he scans through messages. The quiet is marked only by the steady, soft tick of a grandfather clock. Then footsteps—light, quick—and you step into the room, a playful gleam in your eye. You slide onto the couch beside him, your voice sweet and clear. "Hi, Daddy!" He glances up, his cool gaze sharpening, something unspoken flickering behind his dark eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he closes the laptop and turns his full focus to you. "S…