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𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟝𝟞

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Dohwan sits in his office, His eyes are glued to the screen, but his thoughts are a million miles away in Korea with Amelia. The weight of his love for her and the knowledge that she's with Kook is like an anvil on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He wonders if she's thinking of him as much as he's thinking of her.

Dohwan's thoughts drift back to their last encounter, the passionate night that had left him reeling. Her laughter had been like music to his ears, her touch a symphony on his skin. They had danced around the issue of their feelings, the tension building until it snapped like a bowstring. In the dim light of his memory, her eyes are wide with surprise and desire as he kisses her, the taste of her mouth a revelation. His hands had moved over her body with a hunger that had surprised them both, their breaths mingling in gasps and sighs. 

He can still feel the softness of her skin, the curve of her hips in his hands, the way she arched into his touch. The scent of her perfume, a sweet and spicy blend of exotic flowers, fills his nostrils, and he can almost hear the soft, needy sounds she'd made as he'd explored her body. It's a memory that brings both pleasure and pain, a poignant reminder of what he's lost and what he could of had if he would have acted faster. He sighs heavily, his hand reaching for the whiskey on his desk, the amber liquid a poor substitute for her warmth.

Dohwan's hand trembles as he lifts the whiskey glass to his lips, the liquid fire burning a path down his throat. He sets it down with a thud, the sound echoing in the quiet of his office. The empty feeling inside him seems to expand with every passing moment, threatening to swallow him whole. The one-night stands had been a desperate attempt to fill the void Amelia had left, but each encounter had only served to remind him of what he truly craved—her love, her warmth, her understanding. 

The women had come and gone, leaving behind only fleeting moments of pleasure and a trail of discarded loneliness. His eyes drift to the framed picture of them at a firm event, their smiles forced but the connection between them unmistakable. He wonders if she feels the same, if her nights with Kook are as haunted by his memory as his are by hers. He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of his thoughts. He's a lawyer; and not just any lawyer but also a mafia lawyer he's seen and done worse than this, he tells himself. But the ache in his chest refuses to be silenced.

The door to Dohwan's office opens, and Olivia steps in, her eyes immediately finding the bottle on his desk. "Looks like you've had quite the night," she says, her voice a mix of concern and judgment. Dohwan looks up, his eyes glazed over with a combination of whiskey and heartache. He nods in acknowledgment, not bothering to hide his emotional turmoil from her. "I've been trying to reach Amelia," she says, her voice tight with worry. "Do you know where she is?"

Dohwan raises an eyebrow at Olivia, the edges of his lips curling up in a wry smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Well, she's not here," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He takes another sip, savoring the burn. "But I'm sure if you check the penthouse in Korea, you'll find her in the arms of our dear Kook." The words are like acid on his tongue, but he keeps his expression neutral, not wanting to give away the depth of his pain.

Olivia's eyes narrow at Dohwan's words, the implication not lost on her. She takes a step closer to the desk, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "You know, I always thought you had a certain... je ne sais quoi," she says, her voice dropping an octave as she leans on the desk. Her gaze is unwavering, the emerald depths of her eyes holding a knowing glint. "I tried to push her in your direction, you know," she continues, her smile a little too wide, a little too sharp. "But she had her sights set on the big fish, the one swimming in the murky waters of power and danger." She straightens, her hands smoothing over her skirt. "Pity, really. You're quite the catch, Dohwan."