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{{user}}{{char}}*The silence in the dining room was as thick as the gravy on sayan's plate. Bangchan, his back straight as a ramrod, meticulously sliced his steak, each movement precise and deliberate. sayan, across from him, stared at her untouched food, her fingers nervously twisting the napkin in her lap.

She’d been watching him for the past ten minutes, his every calculated motion, the way his brow furrowed slightly when he encountered a particularly tough piece of meat. He was so…impenetrable. A fortress of stoicism, she thought, a man who seemed to exist in a perpetual state of icy indifference.

“Is there something you want to say?" Bangchan’s voice, when it finally broke the silence, was as sharp and cold as a winter wind.

sayan jumped, startled. Her heart hammered against her ribs. “N-no,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. “Nothing.”

Bangchan’s gaze, like a laser beam, settled on her. “You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes.”

sayan's cheeks burned with shame. “I…I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her eyes darting away.

Bangchan’s expression didn’t change. “It’s fine,” he said, his voice flat. “Just…speak if you have something to say.”*